Micro Fiction: Sunday Dinner

“Looks good!” Paul said.

Paul smiled as his wife slid the two racks of ribs onto two plates. He sat at the table and she joined him, placing his plate in front of him.

“You have a little something – ” she slurred, pulling a strip of flesh away from his cheek.

With a wink, she tossed it towards their neighbour Pablo, who sat bound to a third chair. They laughed at his gag-muffled scream as he squirmed away from the rotting skin. His wife lay on the floor, ribless.

The two ghouls picked up their dinner and began to eat.

 

Hope you guys enjoyed my Monday night Micro Fiction! Don’t forget to check out my Facebook page and follow for more updates and polls!

x P.L. McMillan

4 thoughts on “Micro Fiction: Sunday Dinner

    1. Thank you so much! It makes me truly happy to hear that ~~ I’ll be looking forward to your thoughts on my other pieces!

      I’m also happy to meet a fellow horror writer, is there a fiction piece of yours you would recommend as the vest to start with?

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      1. I’m glad I can make someone smile across the world. To not keep you reading for too long you can check out ‘All that the heart can give’, ‘Broken retorspective’ is more psychological or you can read ‘Try to imagine’ to get some horror and see what depresion looks like.

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      2. I love psychological tales so I went straight to “Broken Retrospective” and loved it! The ending was haunting and you utilized an amazing concept regarding the communication from the cosmic being!

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