Susan slid Steven into her open mouth and teased him with her tongue; like taking sandpaper to a rough hewn edge she smoothed him until he was a jelly stone then swallowed him whole. Eric and Alice went the same way down, doomed to drown in stomach acid made thick by gulps of Pepsi. Barbara was pinched by the head and tossed feet first against a tonsil, where she clung — forcing a cough that threw her out into the dark void of the movie theater, yards away from her bag — wondering if she’d ever make it back to the Sour Patch.

Michael Todd Cohen (@mtoddcohen) is a writer and producer living in New York. Work appears or is forthcoming in The Daily Drunk Mag, Barren Magazine, Stone of Madness Press and X-R-A-Y Literary Magazine.