Revolution

Tomatoes.
Chop, chop, chop.
Okras.
Thinly.
Chop, chop, chop.

She waited for a gray-green tentacle to slither up from the water.

There are two types of nurses: ones who believe in ghosts, and ones who are lying. We don’t talk about it much, especially now that the war is over. There’s not much to say, and no one wants to remember….