Every morning, Frankie dumped out of bags of chicken parts into a metal drum, poured in special seasoning, and ran it for 20 minutes.
Dumping out the chicken into a bin to sit overnight in the walk-in cooler.
Then, yesterday’s batch went into the fryer.
Cooked and ready, the register girl bagged up the orders for sale.
One day, the special seasoning seemed a bit off.
It had green glowing crystals in it.
Frankie used it anyway.
But when he opened the drum, well, what came out… wasn’t chicken.
Pulling the screaming Frankie back into the cooler, shutting the door.