I was holding a gift not even knowing whose baby shower it was.

“For you.” The host smiled and handed me an appetizer plate. It held a single shell filled with a curling black tentacle.

Calamari, maybe? It was like nothing I have ever tried before. It tasted metallic and hurt to swallow. I swear I felt it move.

As the crowd grew, my stomach turned. I went to the bathroom and threw up.

When I returned from the restroom, achy and bloated, everyone jumped out and cheered.


They were all looking at me.

Amanda Dyer lives on a small homestead in Bridgton, Maine. When she isn’t feeding chickens, she’s working on her Bachelor’s degree in creative writing. While she enjoys writing a variety of genres, she prefers the realm of the creepy and macabre.