Drive Through Nursing Home

Hey man, let's stop by the drive through nursing home. 'Okay.' I pulled up to the menu 'Uh, I'll have a septuagenarian widower whose hobbies include pottery (specializing in lawn ornaments) and taxidermy.' You want anything? 'Nah.' Alright. I drove around and handed the register jockey twelve bucks. He just stared at me. Stared into me and through me Simultaneously. At that moment, I realized that I did not know where I was or why I was there or who was in my car. I did know that the kid on the register was not some kid on the register, but a subterranean genie who had trapped me in his spindly game. His fingers splintered into flowing walls of fishscales. His nose pulsated into a badge of strobing iron-grey light. His eyes continued to stare, even as he shimmered and flickered. A cold gate opened between me and the window. His tongue extended through the gate and down my throat. 'Bite down. It's time to take your medicine.' I gulped.