Appetite.

Appetite
by james bezerra

Sam was out of food on account of the rats.

He went to the store and bought food, lots of rat traps.

He returned home and set out all of the rat traps.

He locked himself in his little bathroom and huddled in his bathtub with his food.

Sam started to eat, but then heard the noises. All of the noises. The sniffing, the scurrying, then the fast and loud and wet whack-ing of the traps snapping home. One after another after another. Then the smaller noises. The weak shrieks. The quiet gurgling. And then, finally, the silence beyond the bathroom door.

Sam had lost his appetite.

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