The Storyteller's Corner is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. As tended to be his habit, Crick had remained largely silent as he went about his prep work on Thursday afternoon, using one of his Mercer knives to hand-dice pickles for use in mixing together the Loon Café’s signature balsamic tartar sauce. He scraped the tiny cutlets into the little food processor, then spun open the lid on the industrial sized jar of mayo, scooping out what he assumed was the appropriate measure, though he wasn’t, truth be told, paying the closest attention. His Tuesday and Wednesday had not done much to put his mind at ease, and to say that he was distracted would have been an understatement.
American Goblin- Chapter Five
American Goblin- Chapter Five
American Goblin- Chapter Five
The Storyteller's Corner is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. As tended to be his habit, Crick had remained largely silent as he went about his prep work on Thursday afternoon, using one of his Mercer knives to hand-dice pickles for use in mixing together the Loon Café’s signature balsamic tartar sauce. He scraped the tiny cutlets into the little food processor, then spun open the lid on the industrial sized jar of mayo, scooping out what he assumed was the appropriate measure, though he wasn’t, truth be told, paying the closest attention. His Tuesday and Wednesday had not done much to put his mind at ease, and to say that he was distracted would have been an understatement.