From "Lunchtime At The Justice Cafe" :
The waitress snarled a grin that lasted just long enough to show a mouthful of stained yellowed teeth, then turned suddenly serious. “‘Course I’m not the one to talk about these folks, I ‘spose. You see, I used to do a bit of eavesdroppin’ in my day before the sheriff put a stop to that.”
She lifted the stringy blond hair from the side of her face, the opposite side from where she had hidden her pencil. There was a small hole about the size of a quarter where her ear should have been. “As you can see, Mr. McAllister, Sheriff Sweet puts a fairly high price on mindin’ your own business in Justice,” she added, refilling his cup. “You want some pie?”
Tags: horror anthology goldman fried-food
You had a good dinner of properly fried food, and if you want to live long enough to have another one, you’ve got to weaponize properly.
Dean KoontzTags: weapons self-defense fried-food
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