Green Frozen Eyes, pt. 1


Green Frozen Eyes

            “His last name is Scientist?” Commensurion asked.  His incredulity was evident: his mouth was agape like a carp’s begging for dogfood at a world’s fair.  He put his plate down to free his hands for further demonstrations of incredulity.
            “That’s right.”  Johnson nodded.  He maintained his grasp on his plate.  The sausage balls must be consumed without a pause.