by Jeff Strand
MAX, WHOSE REAL NAME WAS SPECIMEN 278, tried to be happy as he digested the arm. It had been a delicious meal for sure (he didn’t get to eat humans very often, so it was always a special treat), but he felt somehow unsatisfied. Not hungry, necessarily, just sort of… unfulfilled.
He shifted in his dirt a bit. Almost watering time. Maybe that was the problem—his soil was too dry, and it was keeping him from enjoying his dinner.
He’d actually felt this way for the