Sharing a bit of the story I’m working on.
Jeremiah smirked—a rare thing—and grabbed a piece of bread to stuff in his mouth. Why they bothered, she had never figured out. Maybe it was nothing more than the entertainment factor. Food did nothing for them. It went in and turned to dust, as anything else they consumed. They didn’t feel hunger, their systems didn’t need it. Anything that went in, dissolved into nothingness.
“Nothing,” she said with a blank face. He would never understand. None of them would, or could. The last thing she wanted was another lecture from Stone.
“Then come eat. You need it.” Stern. As he always was. Forever assuming she needed to be taught. To be disciplined. Despite him being her husband.