The Hunger

by Karen Crawford

A storm is coming, ready to touch down with an insatiable frenzy. One that pulls me in then spits me out when I no longer feed it. It’s a Mother of a storm, hurling judgment at my doorstep, ready for battle. Ready to put a dent in the temporary armor I’ve reserved just for her. The hail is persistent, her winds all howl; I take shelter under the bed to protect my head, my heart. But I can’t just let her wither away, so I brace myself, and once again, I feed her.

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Karen Crawford lives in the City of Angels where she writes to exorcise demons one word at a time. Her writing has appeared or is forthcoming in Flash Fiction Magazine, Flash Boulevard, Reflex Fiction, The Daily Drunk, among others. You can find her on twitter.