A Rare Feast

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Written for the prompt: wood stove. ***WARNING*** Dark and disturbing subject matter.

Submitted: November 29, 2018

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I’m having a feast tonight.  I’m most excited for it.  Tender chunks of meat stewed just right and a cup of red nectar: young and sweet.  It has been some time since last I treated myself to such a meal, but it’s not often there comes a knock on my door.

A few logs in the wood stove, a handful of dried grass and a strike of the flint – a fire burns.  When it’s hot, I’ll toss her articles in one at a time; ensure they turn to ash.

It will be a fine feast tonight.  I intend to fill my belly.  She looked like such a sweet girl.  I trust she’ll taste as sweet with some blood wine.  Perhaps I’ll save a bowl for the constable.  I know he’ll come poking around.  Won’t it be nice, enjoying a bowl of that young, sweet girl with a bobby?


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