note: This was written as part of a flash fiction writing contest at the blog, The Clarity of Night<\/a>, back in 2008. Here is a link to the original pos<\/a>t. The idea was to write 250 words based on a provided prompt.<\/em><\/p>\n \u201cWhat do you think brains taste like?\u201d said Matthew, glancing over his shoulder. \u201cI\u2019d imagine they\u2019re a bit salty.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cUgh,\u201d said Shannon, wondering as she stumbled, who had replaced her feet with cinder blocks. \u201cDon\u2019t wanna know.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019d get used to it, eventually,\u201d continued Matthew. \u201cEat enough of them and they probably start to taste like chicken.\u201d<\/p>\n Shannon sat with a thud beneath the leafless White Ash overlooking an abandoned farmhouse. \u201cI need a rest,\u201d she said, ignoring him.<\/p>\n \u201cGet up,\u201d said Matthew, immediately regretting his tone.<\/p>\n \u201cJust a few moments,\u201d said Shannon, resting her forehead on the knees of her dirt stained jeans. They had been on the run for days, with little sleep, food, or water, unable to elude their slow moving tormentors. It was maddening.<\/p>\n Matthew looked down the hill toward the farmhouse. If only he had picked a restaurant in the city, rather than that rustic diner in the middle of nowhere, and if only he hadn\u2019t dropped his car keys when the whole mess started, they would be home by now, safe and warm.<\/p>\n Soon, Matthew saw their approach. Hundreds, maybe thousands, stumbling up the gray, decaying grass, their dead, mournful eyes fixed in his direction. \u201cPromise me something,\u201d he said, taking hold of Shannon\u2019s petite, strong hand, lifting her to her feet.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cPromise me if they get you first, you\u2019ll be the one to eat my brain, not them.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cTastes like chicken, right?\u201d said Shannon, forcing a smile as they ran once more.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Tastes Like Brains by\u00a0Paul Liadis note: This was written as part of a flash fiction writing contest at the blog, The Clarity of Night, back in 2008. Here is a link to the original post. The idea was to write 250 words based on a provided prompt. \u201cWhat do you think brains taste like?\u201d said Matthew, glancing over his shoulder. \u201cI\u2019d imagine they\u2019re a bit salty.\u201d \u201cUgh,\u201d said Shannon, wondering as she stumbled, who had replaced her feet with cinder…<\/p>\n