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I had a leftover chicken leg and some knockoff

  • I had a leftover chicken leg and some knockoff Sriracha sauce. He had ham and cheese with the crusts cut off, chips and apple juice. I said "Trade?"
  • "Anything's better than this rubbish," he said and handed me his sandwich while I gave him my chicken. But it was clear he wanted to take back his words as soon as he took a bite.
  • But a lunch trade was final. No takes back. He chewed with palpable remorse. I had passed the chicken with the curse in it to him. Now he would be plagued by the most foul and evi
  • l thing in the world, the Great Flu. It looks like a normal flu but each time you sneeze, a bit of your organs are crushed inside. It's the work of the microorganisms that infect
  • chickens. Stop kissing chickens now! But humankind continued interacting with chickens willy-nilly & the Great Flu got into pipes worldwide crumpling livers and squashing spleens
  • and generally causing disquiet and havoc amongst the general population, who had heard of this kind of thing happening but never imagined it could happen in their own neighbourhood
  • Indeed, it was ostentatious like a bag of plums! I don't even like plums: except for Tuesdays where a virgin woman calls me Peter and greases the spaces between my toes.
  • Sometimes I wonder what i'm doing with my life once I get into these situations. It's almost as if someone is cutting together parts of my life for the sake of humour. How odd...
  • it is to see the earth from the rear window of the rocket; a gigantic blue ball getting slowly smaller and smaller. I wonder if they have discovered I have left yet.
  • The on-ship phone rings. I pick up and hear deep throaty breaths and then the line goes dead. I take a sip of brandy and light up a space cigar. My gun is holstered, for now.

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