Saturday's Storyteller: "And so she ate them. And there was nothing left but sticky bones."
by Belinda Roddie
And so she ate them. And there was nothing left but sticky bones. The warmth of devoured flesh settled in her stomach. Her head buzzed with the flavor, the ecstasy of the experience. Everything had been perfect - the texture, the taste, the temperature. There had even been a perfect heat to it, as it were. The cooked carcasses of the dead had burned down her throat in such a satisfying way. She burped, and she laughed.
And so she ate them. And there was nothing left but sticky bones. The warmth of devoured flesh settled in her stomach. Her head buzzed with the flavor, the ecstasy of the experience. Everything had been perfect - the texture, the taste, the temperature. There had even been a perfect heat to it, as it were. The cooked carcasses of the dead had burned down her throat in such a satisfying way. She burped, and she laughed.
As she sucked her thumbs clean, her friends looked at her warily. One of them had his head in his hands. The other tapped a long fingernail against her glass.
"Um,..you sure you don't need a napkin?"
"Nah, I'm cool," she replied, before hollering to the frazzled waiter. "Yo, Joseph! Twelve more buffalo wings over here!"
"Nah, I'm cool," she replied, before hollering to the frazzled waiter. "Yo, Joseph! Twelve more buffalo wings over here!"
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