By Tracy Rivera
His desire for the elegant savagery of mutilation is strong: a young one. He looks down at pale breasts and licks his lips. These wings will never fly.
The blade is sharp against his thumb. A drop of his blood spills over onto the splayed out carcass. Haste makes waste, he chants.
The delicate slicing disintegrates into chaos. Giving into the hunger, he grabs a meaty thigh and plunges his knife down with reckless abandon.
A door slams.
He looks up to see the shocked face of his wife.
“My folks’ll be here any minute! Get that thing in the fryer.”
Haste makes waste lol Good story Tracy 🙂 A slamming door can ruin just about any fantasy.
I remember my grandma saying that. Not that she was a crazed chicken hacker or anything … Lol
Love this. It’s so surreal.
Thank you!
Double entendre at its finest. Nice job. It’s amazing how verbally interesting you’ve made the cutting up of a chicken.
Thank you. I don’t think I’ll be buying whole fryers for a while. Lol.
Love the imagery. Well done!
Thank you!
This one surprised me. I really expected to encounter a really chilling ending! Good job.
Thank you. I hope you got a good chuckle at the end.
The last line not only uncovered the story’s fabulous disguise, but took it from morbid to hilariously funny in one fell swoop. I literally laughed out loud. Great work!
I’m glad it gave you a funny moment in your day. 🙂
Holy moo-cow, this is awesome!
Thank you for all your support. 🙂
Loved the journey from the macabre to the hilarious.
His wife was not amused. Lol.
Great story!
Thank you!
Awesome job, Tracy! Loved it!
Thanks Buffy – and thanks for welcoming me into the writers world. 🙂
Great twist on the end. He went from serial killer to family man in 101 words. Awesome story.
Thank you. Do you think that’s what the neighbors would say – “he seemed normal.” Lol.
really good one Tracy. i can’t tell you how many times i cut my finger because of surprise noises