saw Bob Odenkirk eating a sandwich in cold lil calgary, alberta
A wailing made its way through the warm hallway and struck his brow, leaving a smudge of sweat like grape jelly. He wiped the grape jelly onto his pants above his knee. A little treat for tomorrow when she was at work. The smell was too much and he licked his fingers. He hadn’t filed down the skin of his fingertips lately and the ridges of his impression left jagged sores on his tongue. A bit of blood found its way between his teeth, shading them red, or maybe it could have been the wailing grape jelly.
christmas- beat happening