Senile
by William Morgan
“I poopied! I poopied!”
The nurse aide, Katie, took a sniff and frowned.
“Mr Aluc, I swear you do this on purpose,just when I’m about to clock off.Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”
As he lay there while Katie changed and washed him, he was transfixed by her throat,specifically, the rhythmic thumping of her carotid artery. It hypnotized him.
“You need to eat.You’re withering away, Mr Aluc”
Eat?
His mouth opened as he moved toward that beguiling throat.
Fangs unsheathed.
He blinked.
For the life of him, he couldn’t remember what to do next.
