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.
Thanks Mick - Sally's revenge!
ReplyDeleteYikes, that's a gruesome little tale, Lizy. Remind me not to upset you! :)
ReplyDeleteMwah-ha-ha!
DeleteMade me chuckle; evilly :-)
ReplyDeleteGood!
DeleteOne should never argue with the butcher's daughter, enjoyable tale Lizy
ReplyDeletePity Howard never thought of that! Thanks Michael.
DeleteTo follow up on Michael's statement...
ReplyDeleteOr marry the butcher's daughter.
Or simply pride yourself on the best meat and keep your thoughts to yourself.
Randy.
Pride - or snobbery - comes before a fall.
DeleteThat'll teach him, with his uppity ways. Loved it.
ReplyDeleteGot his come-uppance good and proper!
DeleteOuch, grusome
ReplyDeleteI was in a savage mood!
DeleteIt's best not to marry in haste - especially if the other person knows how to use a butcher's knife.
ReplyDeleteYou are so right.
DeleteThe title works perfectly.. gruesome, but I guess a butcher's daughter should not be messed with.
ReplyDeleteIt was all I could think of! It took me hours to come up with an idea.
DeleteDear Liz,
ReplyDeleteThe 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
Thanks Rochelle. My tale might have been different if I hadn't mistaken the shoe for a leaf - my eyesight isn't that great!
DeleteDoes 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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DeletePeopel wouldn't make the crackling you get from a decent joint of pork. As for Sally#s apprentice - ar you planning a marital coup?
DeleteBoy, a lot of gruesome stories this week! Great ending sentence to yours.
ReplyDeleteThanks Perry.
DeleteI just wonder if Howard was more palatable dead than alive?
ReplyDeleteCool tale.
Cheery thought, ce ayr, and probably correct!
DeleteEton, apparently, did not teach him when NOT to speak!
ReplyDeleteClearly the school has gone downhill in recent years.
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