So Hungry She Could Eat the Stars
"You summoned me," croaked the old woman. "And I have come.” She limped closer to the elegantly-dressed man, her gait painfully slow, partly from advanced arthritis and partly from the fact that she wore no shoes on her calloused feet.
The man said nothing, did nothing at all. For in his mind he was the centre of gravity in the room; things revolved around him, people approached his presence and welcomed him to grace their proceedings. But there was an unhappy set to his heavy jaw and the constant blinking of his tired eyes behind expensive glasses betrayed more than a hint of inquietude.
“I guess things have not been going so well after all?" Her smile was toothless, her own eyes milky and dull, her black skin like cracked earth.
The tall, bespectacle
