Fear. The terror coursed through every inch of his scrawny body like a thick icy syrup, swelling his veins and shortening his breath. He couldn't think straight. He knew already that his fate was sealed. There would be no escape, no reprieve. He wiped at his brow with a clammy hand, desperately trying to clear his head, to remove the fog that seemed to be enveloping his brain. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came. He was paralyzed, the stark realisation of the desperation of his situation consumed his body and made action impossible. How had it come to this? He sat rooted in his chair at the dining table, his eyes locked upon the monstrosity that was the cause of his despair.... She had cooked macaroni.
