Then, absurdly, I touched a feather to its tail.
Here’s a short piece for “Tickling Lobster”: In which dinner gets mischievous tickling lobster
The lobster lay on the counter, antennae twitching, claws banded but somehow still dignified. I was supposed to plunge it into boiling water. Instead, I hesitated. Then, absurdly, I touched a feather to its tail
We ate noodles instead.