My dad and I joined this 53-word short story contest. The challenge was to write about something tasty. While thinking of a topic this popped up in my head. What do you think?
When I Became Still
by: JMM
I remember. I remember it all. When I still walked through the grass of green, the beautiful trees all around. I enjoyed life then. Before the slaughter. I was fed beyond my heart's content. One day, that day most foul, I was being led onwards towards a shed. One look… Then, Filet Mignon.
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