dinner under electric lights powered by a generator -- but how much fuel is there? -- chicken; pasta; yoghourt; soft, boiled potatoes.
the dog that bit me, they gave her a big drumstick, and she got up and came from under their table over to near mine and stood looking straight at me: then bit the bone in half. she hocked, dropped the two pieces, picked up one, tossed it up, crushed it in molars. then again with the other piece. then she went back to the other table leaving bone splinters and spit and bright marrow oozing on the dull floor.
it is decided. a faustian bargain with the black cat it is.
