Tickling Lobster Page

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. tickling lobster

I laughed too. Then I put the feather down, picked up the pot, and apologized to the lobster. The lobster lay on the counter, antennae twitching,