Kat Moonin

End of Beef

The End of Beef A whistle blows; “Mooooooove” is heard loudly overhead. I stand in line, hand to my heart locket, and look over at my sister. We follow forward, shuffling slowly. The facility starts to appear from out of the fog. “What do you think happens once we get inside,” I ask. She doesn’t answer. The line continues forward in the dark.