The host served breakfast in the dark. “Eat,” whispered the butter dish. The eggs tasted like suggestion. The coffee, like compliance.
The sign hung crooked over the wraparound porch, its letters stenciled in faded gold. Check-in after 6 PM. Check-out whenever you forget you arrived. mind control theatre bed and breakfast zip
All that remained was the zip code: 90210? 00000? Or just —the sound a thought makes when it’s erased. The host served breakfast in the dark