The Kitchen That Got Angry
It was on an unremarkable Sunday afternoon in August that Mr. Leo Flinchfin, not for the first time in his life, came to be bored. / Housebound and alone, it was only ever on the final day of the week that the septuagenarian felt this way; when all the meaning in his life departed and his soul filled with emptiness. / On such days he would prowl the garden, armed with cutters and thumbs that w…