I could think about what we’d done but what good would it do?
Everyone is just here for the main act.
Liquor and beer rain overhead as the crowd surges to the music. Food from the buffett Matt so graciously supplied disappears.
Buffett a la Matt, we called it.
After all, it was what he wanted, to be recycled, given back to the Earth.
“Have you tried these meatballs?!” The guy stumbles then graces the ground with undigested chunks.
Matt meant cremation, we know, but times are tough. Eventually his remains will make it there.
This is just a detour.
I’m sorry, I do not know how my brain got here.
Word Count 100
For Friday Fictioneers
The voice in this piece is entirely convincing (which is what you want really in story about cannibalism)
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Thank you Neil
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My mind goes this direction sometimes, too. Nice one.
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Thanks Anthony, we all have to embrace the weird when it comes right?
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I love cannibalism… as a punchline. I don’t know why, but it makes me happy.
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Sure, that’s what a cannibal would say. 😉 Thank you
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Yikes! Not what Matt had in mind I’m sure. Creepy story but an entertaining one!
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Thank you!
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