I can’t abide raw meat. It’s not that I don’t love the taste of blood, I do. But it’s the smells and the sounds, as much as the taste, which informs my dining experience.
The smell of a juicy, fat-marbled piece of meat roasting over a naked flame; such an aphrodisiac.
A crackling fire, sizzling flesh, spitting fat, terrified screams, what music!
“Please,” he begs. His fear flavours the meat, his tears a tasty marinade.
I carve a thick slice of thigh. At this rate, he won’t last a day. I like them alive, but oh, I am a glutton.
Author bio: Shannon Bell is addicted to words. You will find him madly writing away in the spare time he has available between holding down a full-time job, being part of a dysfunctional family and looking after his energetic, attention seeking dog.
Feast is part of 101 Fiction issue 10.
Fantastic!
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