364: The Last French Fry

There was one french fry left in the bag. Laura looked at Todd. Todd looked at Laura. “You can have it.” Said Laura. Todd took the french fry. “What’s wrong?” asked Todd. “Nothing.” Said Laura. Todd walked outside and examined the dog house. At least it was well built. Winter was coming. Photo by Polina…

77: Broccoli Chocolate Cake

Warner sighed happily as he scraped the last crumbs of broccoli chocolate cake off of his plate. Such a satisfying meal. Long before he was born there had been no such thing as broccoli chocolate cake. Children had gotten their nutrition from eating something nasty and green that looked like little trees. Or at least,…