From the Sky

The fleshy ceiling appeared to sway with the joyous ballad being sung over and over again in some distant division of the place. Like forteana falling from the sky, parcels of meat - as if suspended in mid-flight - hung above my head. Braunstein's was, apparently, praised for their dried and cured meats. An array of hooks threst through the falling objects - held the slabs from reaching the ground but within one arm's length.