I zip up my wet suit, noticing the tightness in my shoulder as I reach between my shoulder blades. I’m not getting any younger or more flexible, and it’s been a week since I felt the muscle tear. I have to do this now, before it’s too late.
I look up, back to the dunes and watch Timmy gnawing at the bone I had given him earlier. Hopefully, the marrow will keep him occupied long enough for me to be nearing the horizon and far beyond his failing eyesight. I’d been giving him a lot of meaty treats lately. Guilt, I suppose.
I pat my chest, feeling the reassuring crackle of plastic underneath. All of our, no my worldly goods are in there. It should be enough.
I push the canoe into the waves, past the first swells and step in, settling myself into the seat. I begin paddling, strong, swift strokes that are my reward for months of practice.
I ponder at Timmy’s new and healthy appetite. Funny, I’d never thought of him as a predator before. Still, I suppose any animal can develop a taste for human flesh, given the opportunity…
14 thoughts on “Meat is Murder – Sunday Photo Fiction”
Knick nack paddy wack give the dog a bone!
Gee – there’s quite a bit going on in this tight tale!
Thanks for stopping by ~ Jules
Thank you, Jules – I’m glad you enjoyed it 🙂
Nice nice nice. 😀 Sometimes you have to throw them a bone 😉 Great story Freya
Indeed you do… 🙂
This is a wicked little tale! 😉
I try… 😉
Nice surprise ending. Great story. Hope Timmy gets a taste for vegetables!
So do I… otherwise he might start murdering of his own volition…
That’s a scary thought!
Wonderful story telling and nice surprise in the end.
Thank you, Abhra!
Foul play, methinks. Nicely done.
Thank you, Patrick. Yes, foul play….