The Cold, Dead Heart
A Short Horror Story
“Mate,” I said, in front of the food display warmer in the 7/11.
“Yes Sir?” said the cheerful clerk, situated behind the bulletproof glass that encased him and his cash register in the far corner of the store.
I turned to face him and held my previously triumphant parcel of meat (of questionable origin) and pastry up to him — the last remaining pie in the cabinet.
Matt Querzoli received a cold pie last night. Needless to say, it scarred him so much that he wrote a story about it. Follow his writing blog, his letters to strangers blog or his blog blog if you liked the post, or even the bloke himself if this tickled your proverbial pickle.