Short Fiction: A Hunger of a different Kind
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by Jopy Arnaldo
“I’m hungry.” I declared.
“Me too.” she said. “I’m really, really hungry.”
I invited Elle to eat after coming to the mutual conclusion that we were both starving and that we would both prefer to be anywhere else but home, due to its effect on our sanity and the toxicity level of simply doing nothing in the small enclosed space we call our rooms.