Thinking you might want to meet that handsome writer sitting across from you in the coffee shop? You might want to think again. Oh, he’ll want you too — your meat, your organs, and your pretty blue eyes — but not in a way you might enjoy. Come meet our handsome writer in Cheryl Anne Gardner’s newest bit of horrific flash fiction titled “Espresso or Are These Beans Burnt? They Taste Burnt to Me.” now featured at The Carnage Conservatory.