Friday, January 23, 2009


Hector followed his usual morning pattern - brushing his teeth, taking a shower, dressing, making the bed, making a cup of coffee, watering the fern, checking the scores in the sports section of the newspaper, pouncing on and fiendishly shredding the flesh of a captured pedestrian that he had harvested from the sidewalk the previous evening.  But today was going to be different.  Today, instead of toast, he was going to have raison bran cereal.