Jonnah Perkins

PORK BELLY

When The Old Lady walked into the shop, the screen door slapped shut before Stacy could spin around to see who it was. The Old Lady moved up the counter, more swiftly than a woman her age should move. Such an odd combination of haggard and terrifying energy thought Stacy. “Babychild, I want that hog processed before you leave today. Yer dumbass butcher man just hung it up yesterday. Already bled out. Don’t let him touch it, I want you to.” Her jaw chewed on itself, the gumming action pointing out the fact that she hadn’t bothered to put in her dentures. She stood at the counter waiting for Stacy to make eye contact.