Teague Heartfjord

The Necessary Migration of Stuff – by Teague Hartford

An elderly woman was admitted to the ICU in her 90s and she was in horrible health all around. They cleaned her and tucked her in to die in peace, but the odor emanating from her demanded that they investigate further. Her fists were both clenched tightly. They finally pried them open. Evidently the woman had grabbed some bread at some point long ago and held on for dear life, as though it would infuse life into her through some sort of osmosis perhaps. Ironically, it of course came to life itself with maggots who were munching away at her flesh.