The Market

There was food everywhere but none of it was as good as mine. I went up to every stall and told them so and showed them my wares, which I held out in front of me on a plate that was also better than theirs.

“Try it,” I said. “It is the new food.”

They reached out with their hands and took a small cube and held it up to the light and examined it carefully for defects and when the defects were not found they popped the cube into their mouths and gave it a trepidatory chew.

Not one of them survived.

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