Pounded by Produce

by G.M. Fairy

It’s a horrible thought, but the devil gets in my brain when I’m hungry.

“Have you seen my hairbrush?” Laurent yells across the field from the back kitchen door. I whip my attention to him as he rushes toward me, all legs and arms flailing behind his tall form. I shake my head when he’s still several paces away. He sulks, looking up at the clouds and screaming, “Oh, where is my hairbrush!”

“I better get to the kitchen. These vegetables aren’t going to come to life and make themselves useful.”

“I’m praying for more than that. Ye of little faith. My God is bigger than the Boogeyman

“Robert, you were a tomato I rubbed myself off with. Be so for real right now.”