Midnight Hunger

Midnight Hunger

She’s the scariest midnight eater under five feet tall.

The hour becomes late. I hunger. Not particularly for apples, but for popcorn. And the stick people flee the apple eater with red hair. Why do they flee? What fate awaits their dark flight into the night? We may never know.

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