Sep 19, 2024
[The door swings, but no sound follows, just a cold breath. A slice of cherry pie sits untouched, the filling too red, too still. Coffee steams in reverse, the black liquid slowly rising to the brim. A plate of eggs appears, yolks swirling in impossible patterns. The jukebox hums a song you’ve never heard, but remember. Fries lie perfectly straight, their shadows bending the wrong way. A milkshake drips upward, forming a puddle on the ceiling. The floor creaks, but only when you’re not moving. A donut spins slowly on the counter, endlessly, never falling. A clock ticks backward, counting down to nothing.]