Spore Soup Anyone

Come on over and have some spore soup, she said. If I ate that stuff, I knew I would be quickly dead. I had already had surgery on my foot, it was a tumor. A spore had been the cause of it, that’s no rumor. I pictured that soup with a dead foot floating around. It would have blood gushing from it, turning red brown. I saw the toenails, they were ugly, jagged, and crusty. I am stepping on a nail tonight, I told her. And it is all rusty. Can’t you step on the nail some other time? She asked me. No, and then I have to have a tetanus shot. Sorry, Aunt Bee. My husband rolled his eyes and told me how awful I was, after that. But he did not see that sawed off foot floating in the soup vat.