Harvey put the cold food in.
He closed the door and pushed the numbers.
“5-minutes should be enough on the timer,”
He pushed start, and then
He heard the beep as his eyes opened.
He had trouble breathing
though his mouth was open.
A stranger’s hand squeezed his neck in.
In Harvey’s kitchen, the stranger stood.
He held Harvey against the wall and glared.
“Any last words?” he asked. “Make them good,”
Harvey blinked. He was at the table; life spared,
across from the stranger. Both eating food.
“I never thought of it like that, you’re very succinct.”