IN THE KITCHEN
she kept hearing that damn kid everywhere. She couldnt escape it.
Chop. She set the knife down a little harder then she should have, her eyes locked with the dent in her cutting board.
Tomorrow's lunch, she reminded herself, focus on that.
She remembered one of her brothers, whom was a five star chef. Here she was stuck in a fucking school as a cafeteria lady. Impressive, surely. She sighed, taking the unknown meat and throwing it in the big stew pot, and turned the cooker on high as she placed a bucket in the sink for water.
The whispers worsened. She heard HIM everywhere she turned, no matter how far her fingers were shoved up her ears. Why couldnt she lose her damn hearing like every other normal old person.
but thats just the thing.
she wasnt normal.
