The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
by Elaine Pascale
In the house they ate and ate.
There was tenderloin and rump roast
heaped plate after plate.
From exotic lands and places afar
there were breasts and thighs
and an indescribable tartare.
There were jowls and necks and broth from the bone.
And because they regularly paid taxes
they were left well alone.
They playfully fought over the parson’s nose,
the wishbone, the soft shoulder,
short ribs, Ossa de Morte, and garlic toes.
Dessert was delectable, night after night
with virgin’s breasts, Bocca de Dama
and bride’s fingers to bite.
After downing the blood wine laced with Jeckyll gin,
the participants shook hands
declaring the evening a win.
While clearing all evidence, or remnants of fun
the butler presented the envelope
containing the chosen one.
Opened in a way that was undeniably presumptuous
the photo and brief bio perused:
“the next victim looks scrumptious!”
Fiction © Copyright Elaine Pascale
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
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