‘Slobber’

Gregor can only watch in terror.

The thing cracks open his companion’s head. It slobbers over the contents and then runs its finger around the insides. It scrapes like a man desperate for the last of the butter and finally satiated drops him like a ragdoll.

Gregor whimpers.

 

Inspired by my breakfast this morning (the butter that is, there were no brain eating monsters).

It actually also inspired a second story but that one I’ve submitted to The Drabble – so we’ll wait and see how that works out.