Granville sat back, chemical pleasure coursing through his veins.
“Food” he thought grabbing a large bag of crisps pushing handfuls of day glow orange goodness into his mouth.
“Oh so good” he said as his mind did a triple somersault and the television turned into a Shetland pony. “Soooo good”.
Handful after handful he shovelled into his cavernous mouth until they were all gone, his fingers thick with their dust.
“Eat them” shouted the Shetland mounting a mermaid that had 5 minutes earlier been a coat rack.
“Then join us” she said winking.
Granville grinned, opened his mouth and bit down…
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