Hush
Been so many years, I don’t even remember the sun no more. I hear ‘em muttering, let ‘em talk. I’ll die in this box no doubt. I even heard they sealed it with the name. Trying to shame me I s’ppose. But I have my trophy; I pick my teeth with it every day. Wearin’ it down, but then it was so small to start with. Seems people dislike what I done, but that’s only ‘cause they don’t understan’ it. See, the sweet meat – it’s like veal, you gotta eat it when it’s supple, ‘fore it grows and loses the flavor.
© Copyright Nina D’Arcangela.
(Originally posted on Pen of the Damned as a 100 word picture prompt flash)
Nina D'Arcangela
November 16th, 2015 at 7:21 am
Calling Hannibal Lecter…? Hideous and riveting; just what one would expect from the “Pen of the Damned!”
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November 16th, 2015 at 5:57 pm
Thank you very much! I’m fond of this one, I like adopting ‘other’ voices; in my head, it’s a big, burly southern man telling his tale. 😉
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November 16th, 2015 at 7:20 pm
Ah, now I can “hear” the appropriate voice! Thank you 😉
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November 17th, 2015 at 9:29 am
😀
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November 17th, 2015 at 1:32 pm
i honestly don’t know what to say…
You’re a master of the Dark Literary Arts, Nina.
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November 17th, 2015 at 3:01 pm
Thanks, Hook! And you, speechless… gotta be a first! lol (just kidding) I appreciate you saying such a wonder thing about me. Much gratitude! 😀
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November 18th, 2015 at 7:16 am
You’ve earned it, young lady!
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November 18th, 2015 at 11:32 am
😉
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