By Gloria Mazza
After vomiting blood for three consecutive days, Tilla sought treatment.
A wizened elder gravely examined the red mucus Tilla had provided. Muttering softly, in a singsong cadence, she sniffed it, and poked it with a silver implement.
Next, Tilla’s throat and abdomen were rubbed with a foul-smelling ointment. The elder’s fingers were surprisingly warm, and her ancient skin felt as fragile as dried autumn leaves.
The consultation ended with a stern recommendation of a liquid diet for the next week.
On the way home, Tilla felt sorry for herself; tonight, they were going to continue feasting on the stranger without her.
Great use of language and what a wonderful ending.
Very uncomfortable ending. Loved it.
ha! Poignant at first, grisly at last. a cautionary tale – cannibals can be compassionate too. VERY entertaining!
Great little horror tale. You make the entire situation seem so–well, “normal.” Great job.