Five Sentence Fiction - Hunger

Hunger




My mouth waters at the display of rich treats; in particular, at the dozen freshly baked muffins placed front and centre, carrot shreds and moistness overflowing the paper cups meant to contain them. I turn my head, out of sight out of mind I say to myself, only to catch out of the corner of my eye a young boy pulling a three-tiered trolley loaded high with a most dangerous delicacy. A beastly growl escapes my throat but I contain a primal urge to rip the boy’s throat out and feast upon the raw flesh in his possession. My breath begins to fog up the glass I am pressed so close up against it as I follow the boy and the precious steaks, tenderloin, and breasts with my eyes as they cross the length of the grocery store and disappear behind the privacy of wide-set double doors. Defeated, I turn my back to the window and rack my brain for a place to curl up and spend the night but it’s hard to concentrate with the loud growl of my stomach in my ears.