Get a Fire Going

A Story by H.L. Pauff

Marcy gasped as the knife plunged into her husband’s calf. All around them, screaming artillery shells fell from the sky, rocking the city with violent explosions. Jack Jr. sat on the cot with his back against the wall and his swollen belly poking out from under his shirt. Too weak to move, he had fallen asleep in that position every night.

As Jack carved away, Marcy felt disgusted at how loudly her stomach growled at the sight.

“Here,” Jack grunted, handing a chunk of flesh to his wife. “Get a fire going for this toothsome morsel. I’ll wake him up.”