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Flesh

by Sandra Harrison

He sliced the knife through the hard flesh, nicking a bone with the stainless steel blade. Only on special occasions did he indulge in such a treat and tonight would be such a night. Three slender candles illuminated the table, lighting the center of the room as his wrist continued its carving. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth went the serrated instrument - and his tongue as it licked his lips in anticipation. The time was coming and he could barely contain his eagerness, but wished he could share it with the one he loved who passed in such a horrid fashion. After the last piece was cut, he took his seat at the head of the table and began his feast as he placed three slices of turkey upon the fine wedding china before him and wished himself a Happy Thanksgiving.

6S - C1

Sandra Harrison is a freelance writer living within the Pittsburgh area. Fiction writing is her first true love, but she loves to write just about anything as long as it tells a story that might impact the reader in some way. More of her writing can be viewed here.

3 comments:

sometimes Kelley, sometimes "Twizzle" said...

wow Sandra--great sentences!

MJ said...

Sandy, This is great! So creative! Kind of cool to see both of us on the same site! Marty

Ellen "EJ" Sackett, said...

I love this story, Sandra. You filled in all the gaps (who is this person, what is he carving, what's the occasion) all in the last sentence. This was a lovely mix of bittersweet. (Whoda thunk turkey could be bitter or sweet?). Looking forward to hearing more from you.