In a 50s style Dairy Queen. Waiting 3 hours for a chocolate shake and flipping out at the servers. Finally getting my shake and it’s warm, dark liquid.
In a sitting room crowded with furniture and books. I open a coffee table book. The pages are thick and coated like wallpaper samples. Some drawings are Lovecraftian, some have aliens and symbols, one section of the book is full-page illustrations of individual pastry roll slices.
I am a male bird of prey, large and pure black. One of the 4 eggs I’m warming is beginning to hatch.
Sitting in my grandmother’s dining room packed with toys, newspapers, computers, junk. We are waiting for a movie to play on one of the ancient screens. My cousins joke that it’s going to be porn and run away giggling. I settle deeper into my chair.