This is a scene from an uncanny realistic dream that I had last night. It is also proof positive that I am not really like the other kids. /////////////////////// The deli manager stared at the packages of meat as horror shivered through his body, slowly realizing what the stranger was saying. He grabbed the counter for support. I think, his voice a creaking door, that you had better tell me who you really are. The homicide detective gingerly separated the two labeled packages of shrink-wrapped meat. Meat that had never come from any farm animal. Meat that should never be in any supermarket display. And I think the more important question is not who I really am, the detective paused and looked into the deli managers eyes, but who you really are, //////////////////////
Posted on: Fri, 11 Apr 2014 18:41:04 +0000
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