M.L. Hoffmann

Canned Greens

Cecelia opened her can of raviolis with a satisfying pop and peel. A quick slosh into the bowl left sauce on the counter as well as her sleeve but she paid no attention to that and returned to the box of books that she couldn’t wait to get open as soon as the door to the microwave was shut. She opened the musty box from the local thrift shop and started stacking each book off to the side. She’d signed up for their new Box of Books a month program and so far was the only monthly subscription she had ever even wanted to keep up. It was gold; there was nothing as satisfying as finding a decent story after so many terrible ones.