
FFM 11 - Cthulhu...Prawns?"Honey, everything looks really great, but I can't eat those."FFM 11 - Cthulhu...Prawns? by *AGMeade
"'Those' what?"
"The prawns. I'm not eating them."
"Oh, for fucks sake. Do you have any idea how much those cost? I've been in the kitchen for a damned hour."
"Don't get mad, babe. It's just that they still look, well, alive."
"You eat crab all the time. Crabs still look alive. You still bash at them with mallets and suck the meat out of their shells."
"Yeah, but crabs don't look like Cthulhu."
"...Cthulhu."
"Yes. I'm quite sure that if I put one of these little demon prawns in my mouth I'll go mad. Is that what you want? How would you explain that at dinner parties? 'Don'

FFM 10 - ChristmasThe old woman sat in the window, wrapped in a shawl that she'd stitched a lifetime ago, and watched the snow fall. It was night, but as was the case with all snowy nights, she could see quite clearly. It was the first white Christmas she'd had in years. Somewhere, a thousand miles away, her family celebrated by sipping wassail and trading stories of holidays past. She wondered, briefly, if they thought of her. They hadn't come to the house in years. They hadn't sold it, either.FFM 10 - Christmas by *AGMeade
She shifted, more out of habit than necessity -- she couldn't remember the last time that she'd felt uncomfortable -- and looked around the building that had always
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