Afternoon Snack
It looked like a slug. The dollop of hummus that fell onto her keyboard while she ate lunch and read the paper online.
It made her jump.
It made her wonder where the slug could have come come from. Did a mama slug get lost on its way to Rancho Cucamonga or perhaps Des Moines? Little slug eggs strayed on their way to birth—Found in a bathtub, then squirted onto this laptop.
(What could lay these eggs?) Had this slug been incubating for months, waiting for just the right moment to surface and scare a poor, hungover girl while she avoided doing work? She stared at the hummus. Took her finger, wiped the dollop off the spacebar and ate it.
AKR
