Flash Fiction: ‘Meat’ by Michael Conroy

Does the beef salute the butcher as it throbs to its knees?Clive Barker Meat by Michael Conroy He awoke in darkness to the smell of bleach. Mattress springs creaked under his weight, and he felt a cold burning sensation deep in his sinuses. He rolled onto his stomach and planted his hands down on wooden... Continue Reading →

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