Fiction
This Pasta Looks Alive
“This pasta looks alive,” I said. “Do you think this pasta is alive?” Noah, face pressed close to mine, both of us within steaming-distance of the silver pot on the electric stove, said: “Uh… what?” Noah and…
“This pasta looks alive,” I said. “Do you think this pasta is alive?” Noah, face pressed close to mine, both of us within steaming-distance of the silver pot on the electric stove, said: “Uh… what?” Noah and…