A quick bit of (old) silliness. The Very Fussy Cannibal.

I’ve been going through some old pen drives and have found a couple of short stories that I wrote a few years ago. They are both from a competition on a forum that I used to frequent. The rules were simple, you were given three items or a title and a  you had to come up with a story to fit. Anyway this first of these stories I found is below. The title for the round of the contest this came from was The Very Fussy Cannibal. This is what I came up with:

“Please sweetie just eat a little bit?”
“Nuh huh, I don’t like it!”
“How do you know you don’t like it until you try it?”
This kind of coaxing had been going on for over an hour and Max was coming to the end of his tether. Katie’s mom was due home from a fortnight business trip in an hour. Max wanted her dinner finished and the precocious ten year old in bed before Emily got back, so he could spend a little ‘quality’ time with her, before he went on his business trip.
“I don’t even know what it is” whined Katie
“It’s just roast beef, you’ve had it before” Max’s patience was wearing thin.
“Well it doesn’t look like roast beef”
“It’s just a different recipe Hun, it’s, Mexican style” Max grinned, but Katie still didn’t look convinced.
“Well why didn’t Rosa cook it?” Rosa had been the family’s house maid until a few days ago. When Katie asked where she had gone, her dad had just mumbled something about a last minute holiday. Katie wasn’t happy about it at all, as Rosa had been like a second mother to her. A fact that Max hated.
“Look I told you” Max replied, trying his best not to shout “Rosa’s gone and she ain’t coming bac-” Shit he’d said too much. He hoped that Katie hadn’t caught what he said but he knew she had. She was what her teachers called “a gifted child”, which Max took to mean “too smart for her own good”. He looked down at the expression of horror on her face.
“YOU FIRED ROSA!” she yelled.
“No sweetie I didn’t, well not exactly” he garbled out.
“Not exactly? Then what did you do?” As she spat out that last question she looked down at the roast beef, because that was where Max was no looking with a pale, guilt ridden look on his face.
It hit her all at once, Rosa’s sudden disappearance, the strange looking beef that Max told her was a Mexican recipe; wasn’t Rosa from somewhere like that? She felt sick to her stomach as her eyes rose to meet his.
“Daddy” she muttered very nervously and very slowly “d-did you,” She couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth “k-k-kill Rosa and then COOK her?” She couldn’t hide the horror in her voice anymore.
Damn thought Max I always knew she was too smart for her own good.
“No baby of course not why would you think that?” As he went towards Katie, she started squirming back in her chair. “GET AWAY FROM ME!!!” She yelled moving further back, the chair started rocking backwards as well. All of a sudden the legs slipped from underneath the chair on the smooth hardwood floor. The chair slammed to the ground, smacking Katie’s head against it, she screamed and went silent. A dark crimson pool slowly emanated from the back of her skull.
“Oh Fuck!” Was all Max could manage to say, before he could react any further he heard the front door open and close, then footsteps moving up the corridor. “Hello,” Called out Emily “Anyone home?”
Max’s head appeared from around the kitchen door. “Hey Sugar, me and Katie are just finishing up in here and then I’ll put her to bed. Why don’t you go upstairs, take a shower and get into bed yourself? I’ll bring you something to eat”
“Oh that sounds good, I’m exhausted”.

Emily took a long shower and climbed into bed with her favourite book. She read until she was almost asleep. At that point Max came in with a full tray for her. “Here you go a tasty chicken sandwich” 

“Hey what took you Mister?” Emily asked hungrily as she took the sandwich from the tray and tore a huge bite from it.
“Oh you know how Katie can be when she’s over tired, it took a while to get her to go to sleep” Explained Max, relieved that Emily had no idea what had transgressed in the kitchen.
“Umm” Mumbled Emily through her first mouthful of sandwich. “Are you sure this is chicken?”
“Of course baby” Max replied “It’s just a new recipe”.

So there you go, just a silly, little something. Hope you liked it. Let me know what think in the comments below or via Facebook or Twitter.

 

Til next time…

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8 comments on “A quick bit of (old) silliness. The Very Fussy Cannibal.

  1. I’m not sure whether I should be impressed at your details and the story or be grossed out at the details and the story…regardless it was well written and a fantastic read. I don’t think I’ll be touching meat for a while…

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  2. I don’t think that Max would look pale and guilt ridden. I don’t think a guy like him would be capable of guilt. I think it might work better if instead you highlighted his lack of normal emotion. Something along the lines of… As she spat out that last question she looked down at the roast beef, because that was where Max was now looking. He had that weird vacant expression, the one she hated. His eyes seemed glassy, lifeless even, while his mouth was stretched into a freaky clownish smile. Was that smile supposed to reassure her? The whole effect was wrong. He was wrong. He looked like that creepy doll he’d given her for Christmas, even though she was too old for dolls. Goose bumps formed on her arms. It hit her all at once, that odd look, Rosa’s sudden disappearance…
    I also think it might work a little better if she was his step daughter rather than his real daughter.
    Apart from that it was an interesting story. I wouldn’t want to be in his shoes when the mother finds out…

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    • Hi, thanks for reading and for the feedback. I see what you’re saying about the character’s guilt and I can see why it might not ring true. When writing the story, my intent was for it to come across that the MC’s first kill was an accident and that this story and what happens in it are his increasingly absurd and farcical attempts to cover his tracks. I guess if I had had more words to work with, I could have made that clearer. With regards to the daughter, I did at one point consider making her a step-daughter and thus making the Dad more of an evil step-father but in the end I went for making the story darker and more shocking by having her be his actual daughter. Glad you found the story interesting. I really enjoyed reading your comments. thanks again!

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