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The Stoplight (II)

In by Chris on July 20, 2010 at 11:07 pm

When Sheila reached the final intersection before her block, she began to taste something in the air around her. It was minty, or maybe earthy. Maybe the smell of pine forests. It had cavernous undertones and made her head feel like it was ready to disconnect.

The stoplight across the crosswalk was still red. She wanted to cross so she could start cooking – maybe that’s why she felt strange all of a sudden, she was hungry. Just needed some food.

Still red. And then redder, it began glowing, widening. It sagged like a tomato, with round cheeks and ridge eyebrows.


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