From The Kitchen Of Half Truth (2013) - Plot & Excerpts
He looms over me, faceless, his shoulders so far above me that his head disappears into the clouds. He’s the one who smells of raw meat. A bloody steak that sits on the chopping board. A red lamb chop before it’s laid on the grill. Pink worms of pork that churn out of the mincer. The innards of a chicken. I hold my breath as he comes near me, afraid that I might be sick. I don’t know what I’ve done, but I’ve made him angry. Very angry. He swoops down on me, blocking out the light, and grabs me with his enormous hands that tighten around my throat. I try to scream, but there’s no air in my lungs. I can feel his calloused fingers digging painfully into my windpipe, below my jaw, under my ears, squeezing. I try to swallow, once, twice, but I can’t, and suddenly I am gulping like a goldfish on dry land and there’s a pressure in my head like it’s going to explode. I imagine my eyes popping out of my head and shooting out across the room on springs, like in a cartoon.
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