Castrating cattle is my specialty. I’m getting too old for it, but ranching’s in my blood. The bank doesn’t care, delivering the past-due notice in person. Frank’s hollering, “Bess, wait!” from across the corral, but I ignore him. The banker and I are busy.
After we’re done, I rest my hands on my thighs. I’m gonna need a wheelbarrow.
At supper, we eat without speaking. Frank dives into a plate of prairie oysters, my specialty. The trick is to deep fry so they don’t get tough. I pause mid-bite, savoring the chew. The banker’s are about as tender as they come.
Brilliantly dark! I love this one.
Thank you, Helen.
Fantastically ghastly and well constructed
Thank you so much.
Ooooh, nasty !
Dark pieces are difficult to write well, dark flash fiction even more so and you did a brilliant job. Well done!
Thank you, Mary. Horror isn’t in my wheelhouse so that’s particularly gratifying to read.
Deanna Salser says
Rarely do I read one that deserves comment. Yours is superb.
I will take that as the highest of compliments.
Kathy Carroll says
A ghoulish delight!
Thank you Kathy.
Hahaha, love it!
S. Webb says
Saw it coming but still couldn’t stop reading. Raised on a mini-farm so have heard my Mother threaten folks with just such a fate.
Haha, your mom sounds like my kind of people.