Plain and Antsy

by Madam Z

I can hear Stanley in the kitchen, making popcorn. He eats it without butter or salt. That's just one of the differences between him and me. He likes his popcorn and his life plain, unadorned, unflavored. And I like mine with lots of butter and salt, and sugar and honey, dripping with hot, juicy, melting, sticky stuff, at least I think I do, or would if I could, I think, but I don't actually know, because, so far, the condiments have been in depressingly short supply. Perhaps I should go shopping.


Madam Z, author of 's No Way to Die, lives, loves, and writes unpublished stories in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, though her heart is still in her native California, which makes it extremely difficult to do much aerobic exercise.

1 comment:

L. Monique said...


I think many of us have felt like this at one point or another.