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Stranded. I have been here for some years now. We lived in peace until they came.

I lived a nomadic lifestyle with the others. Life was idyllic. It wasn’t to remain that way through.

At first I thought the tumbleweeds to be just a hallucination, but they grew closer and increased in number.

The dust was inside them. My comrades — choked.

I am the only one left; running away.

                                                                ~

Nightfall now. I see too late. I am surrounded — death.

S.J.C.                  ©2024

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Dinner awaits…

They lie naked on my operating table. Gagged, blindfolded. Helpless. I gag so they cannot inconvenience me by screaming. I like food fresh and warm. Blindfold them; a form of anaesthetic ( because I am a caring person). Out of all the meals I have had, I still cannot adjudicate. Is it Liver, Pancreas or Heart?

I eventually decide that heart is my favourite. That is where I shall begin. Instruments on the table. In my head I think don’t squirm it will hurt.

With scalpel — cut. Warm blood coats my mouth; take my first bite. Sink teeth deeper — delicacy.

©S.J.C.     2024