Stories in Short #8 (Daily Prompt: Sated)

DAILY PROMPT: SATED The king sat atop the high chair at the end of the hall. Before him lay a spread of unimaginable gluttony: fat pigs, horses heads, cow’s testicles sauteed in French red wine, the brains of extinct monkeys, the heart of his worst enemy, which he nibbled after every meal, as an aperitif.…

Who Killed Mrs Crew (6)

Around the market, oh, around the market, over the river, the streets are quiet. So quiet. Behind the stoic, happy faces of the terraced houses there is an animal squealing. Most likely a fox. A fox getting fucked. A fox getting killed. Although the houses are happy, their light is warming, I feel scared. Alert.…

Who Killed Mrs. Crew (5)

I brush my teeth and think about the United Kingdom Independence Party. Mrs. Crew most definitely voted for that lot. She deserved what was coming to her. Her skin was very orange, between her folds gathered white pith. The sort of skin flakes that taste sour and accumulate on skirting boards. How? How does the…