Rat Meat
His earliest memories were living off scraps of bread that had grown hard or moldy, and fruit that was overly sweet but mushy and slimy on the tongue, sometimes infested with insects that flock to the cloying scent of overly ripe fruit decaying. Whatever bits his parents and siblings didn’t want was what the boy got. His second earliest memory was the eyes of the soldier that had burst into their home… Continue reading Rat Meat