Served Cold – Friday Fictioneers

Writing today, and reading on Friday, I offer you a simple little amuse bouche, best served cold.

Join in on Friday Fictioneers, a challenge to write a 100 word story based on a photo prompt.

My entry today is simple but chilling.

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copyright Douglas MacIlroy

copyright Douglas MacIlroy

The wind whistles vicious laughter through the icy caverns.

I’ve clawed my hands raw digging for roots — and sucked the warm salty blood from my fingers, which only makes me hungrier.

Sven sees me looking at him, the same way I’ve caught him looking at me.

We wait for Spring, we wait for the thaw, we each wait for the other to die.

It’s the only way either of us is going to taste fresh meat.

One of these nights, I’m going to hurry the process along.

Spring is a long way away, and I am so very hungry.

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15 responses to “Served Cold – Friday Fictioneers

      • The Buoys – Timothy Lyrics

        Artist: The Buoys

        Album: The Buoys

        Trapped in a mine that had caved in
        And everyone knows the only ones left
        Were Joe and me and Tim
        When they broke through to pull us free
        The only ones left to tell the tale
        Were Joe and me

        Timothy, Timothy
        Where on earth did you go?
        Timothy, Timothy
        God, why don’t I know?

        Hungry as hell, no food to eat
        And Joe said that he would sell his soul
        For just a piece of meat
        Water enough to drink for two
        And Joe said to me, “I’ll have a swig
        And then there’s some for you”

        Timothy, Timothy
        Joe was looking at you
        Timothy, Timothy
        God, what did we do?

        I must have blacked out just around then
        ‘Cause the very next thing that I could see
        Was the light of the day again
        My stomach was full as it could be
        And nobody ever got around
        To finding Timothy

        Or:

  1. Nice amuse-bouche. About the main meal I’m not so certain. At least the meat won’t spoil. 🙂 I liked all of the story, but especially the first line, it sounds great when you read it out loud.

    • Thank you very much. I am a student of language, and a big fan of the Romance writers, Who were often very self-indulgent when it came to phrasing. I think of Coleridge’s line from Kubla Khan “twice five miles of fertile ground” Rolls off the tongue far better than 10 miles of fertile ground

  2. I remember that song. I liked the violin in it, and the weirdness of a song about cannibalism. LOVE the video , LOL!

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