MicroHorror

Marnie tried to look in on old Mr. Ribbens at least once a day. He lived in the apartment above her and she’d often hear him shuffling around at odd hours of the night.

“Oh, you have such a good heart,” Mr. Ribbens would say, whenever she stopped in to check on him and occasionally bring some of the extra food she’d made on his account.

“You really do have a good heart,” Mr. Ribbens said, as he poured another glass of wine. It was the night after Marnie had disappeared. “A little tough, but the marinade helped and the curry sauce with shallots added just the right accent.”