Sunday Six: Let The Punishment Fit The Crime

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, submitted, in progress, for your cat — whatever.

 

More of the Calvin/Susie story I excerpted a couple weeks ago. It’s been retitled. They’ve met up again after she moved away at age 8, and came back into town to go to college.

 

Their schedules meshed for lunch on Tuesdays, so they had gotten in the habit of meeting up at the café where they’d first run into each other.

 

Calvin picked up his meatloaf sandwich. “Mm. Worm meat casserole with squished maggot sauce on toast. Just like Mom used to make.”

 

Susie shook her head. “Doesn’t work on me anymore, Calvin.” She plucked a grape from her fruit salad. “Mmm, eyeballs,” she said, popping it into her mouth. Chewing and swallowing it with an audible gulp, she said, “The retina’s the best part.”

 

Calvin burst out laughing. “You’ve definitely changed in the past ten years.”