Here’s the first of many weekly Flash Fiction pieces I will be posting. All pieces will have less than 150 words.

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DINNER

He hums to himself sharpening his knives. Her voice echoes down the hall. He positions himself, ready to slice. Her voice grows louder from down the hall. He looks at the meat, the red, bloody slab and begins to cut, cut it all up, into tiny bitty pieces until there is nothing left to cut up any more. Her voice echoes, a scream, from down the hall. The sizzle of the meat in a hot pan.

She calls out, “WHERE’S MY DINNER?!” at the top of her lungs.

THE END

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