The Measure Of My Meal – 50 Word Story

“Last time we saw something like this it was a darker shade of red, not this bright fucking neon shit they’re trying to feed us now!” Morris grumbles as he upends the bowl onto the floor and casts a vicious glance up at Silas.

“You don’t fucking eat, you starve!”

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