Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #20 November 2015 | Page 39

red, but covered the floor all the same. Its fingers
drove into my chest, taking hold of my rib cage and
ripping it apart, exposing my organs that had too been
invaded by the mushroom. They sprouted from me
even now, as my life ebbed away, small ones popping
from my lungs, clinging to my bones, my stomach
completely riddled with them. Maggie’s cries became
a song, distant as my rolling eyes were unable to

look away as it ate me alive. I knew when it broke
my bones, they would be filled with juice. That when
it sank its teeth into my stomach, mushrooms would
ooze out onto the floor. I knew just how delicious I
tasted, how it wanted more and more.
Eat me.

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