A Town Made of Food

The cold night air nibbled at my ears and nose as I stared out across the flickering lights far below, and watched as people went about their lives with no knowledge of what lurked in the shadows.

I was like them once, not too long ago.

The heavy footfalls sounded out from behind me and I spun around, my eyes narrowed as I focused against the gloom to watch my new companion advance. He joined me at the edge of the roof and peered down.

“Look at all that fast food,” he muttered and I knew to what he referred.

Entry into the 100 Word #weekendchallenge by @WriteStoryBooks
A Town Made of Food – © 2019 Paul J. Fleming

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