by Lisa Malone
With a last longing gaze at the cheese, you turn to the food laid out on the bench; bread, cake, biscuits, scones, fruit. You pick the nearest cake and take a bite. Divine. Cat can’t reach you up here so you take your time. You eat and eat. You eat so much you can hardly walk. Suddenly behind you there is a scream. You are so full you can barely turn around. A human appears, holding a wad of rolled up newspaper. In slow motion you watch the newspaper come towards you and then it all goes dark.