A Monster Feasts by Leonard Mills

I watch. Warm viscous liquid drips slowly from the ragged, severed end.

Drip, drip.

I gulp down bile, trying to look away but my eyes are wide, transfixed on the repulsive drama unfolding in front of me.

Steam rises from an expanding pool as the monster uses its tongue to guide the morsel into its mouth.

I grimace.

A taxi horn brings me back to the commotion of the midday buzz of the city coffee shop.

At the next table, I watch appalled at the behaviour of the bespectacled hipster.

Honestly, who dunks a croissant in their latte?

Those Beasts!

Selected: April Drabble
Published in Issue #30

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