Her meal fell onto the shiny white plate, throbbing. The plate reddened—an
expanding sauce pool—and overflowed onto the table, dripping at first by slow trickle
and then by steady, ory stream to the floor. With intense concentration, she cut into
her heart, forked up a piece, and died.



C.R. Beideman writes from Bozeman, MT. His fiction appears in Yellow Medicine Review and is anthologized by Riverfeet Press and Parsec, Ink. @CRBeideman.