19/11/2015

BRAIN DRAIN - a 100 word story

BRAIN DRAIN

Howard’s family owned the local mill and he was educated at Eton. He was an intellectual snob, so the town was amazed when he married Sally from the butcher’s.

All too soon the sexual fervour wore thin and Howard began to regret marrying beneath him. He constantly criticised Sally’s accent, grammar, and celebrity magazines, but when he banned her television soaps she snapped.

She butchered the body expertly. Howard ‘pork’ sold well and his ribs roasted on many barbecues that weekend. Sally flushed the more identifiable scraps down the toilet, including the brain that had caused her so much grief.

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Thanks as always to Rochelle for hosting Friday Ficitoneers, a group of around 100 people who write 100-word storied each week prompted by a phtograph.
This week's photo comes from C E Ayr. To read other stories go to https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/  and follow the blue frog trail.


29 comments:

  1. Come the glorious day citizen: chop, chop, chop (to paraphrase).
    Good piece.

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    1. Thanks Mick - Sally's revenge!

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  2. Yikes, that's a gruesome little tale, Lizy. Remind me not to upset you! :)

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  3. Made me chuckle; evilly :-)

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  4. One should never argue with the butcher's daughter, enjoyable tale Lizy

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    1. Pity Howard never thought of that! Thanks Michael.

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  5. To follow up on Michael's statement...

    Or marry the butcher's daughter.
    Or simply pride yourself on the best meat and keep your thoughts to yourself.

    Randy.

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    1. Pride - or snobbery - comes before a fall.

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  6. That'll teach him, with his uppity ways. Loved it.

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    1. Got his come-uppance good and proper!

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  7. It's best not to marry in haste - especially if the other person knows how to use a butcher's knife.

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  8. The title works perfectly.. gruesome, but I guess a butcher's daughter should not be messed with.

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    1. It was all I could think of! It took me hours to come up with an idea.

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  9. Dear Liz,

    The moral to that story is never mess with the butcher's daughter, you're liable to make the cut. Gruesome but very well done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. Thanks Rochelle. My tale might have been different if I hadn't mistaken the shoe for a leaf - my eyesight isn't that great!

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  10. Does Sally need an apprentice? Clever title and an unique take on the prompt. Although it's quite chilling to think about the meat we get at the butchers and how we really don't know what it is :)

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    2. Peopel wouldn't make the crackling you get from a decent joint of pork. As for Sally#s apprentice - ar you planning a marital coup?

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  11. Boy, a lot of gruesome stories this week! Great ending sentence to yours.

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  12. I just wonder if Howard was more palatable dead than alive?
    Cool tale.

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    1. Cheery thought, ce ayr, and probably correct!

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  13. Eton, apparently, did not teach him when NOT to speak!

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    1. Clearly the school has gone downhill in recent years.

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