Writer Highlight Featuring: Jonathan T R Franklin
The Hunger Is The Worst Part
No one writes letters any longer. No bills dropped off since the world just stopped. Stopped for lack of a better term. What happened? Me and my kind can’t move and no one tells us what happens. Why would they? We can’t speak to them. These big mouths of ours only open when we are force fed. Yank my jaw open and throw your mail down my throat until my belly is full. Then the mail person would come and open my backside to empty me. But that don’t happen any more. I don’t get lonely, I can’t die. It’s the hunger. The hunger is the worst part.
© Jonathan T R Franklin
Response to our Inspiration Call on January 18, 2015
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