“Hurry!” His voice grew more urgent. “Much longer and it will begin to live again!”
I plunged the knife into the beautiful, silvery body and began to saw. The hacking blade made a noise like a rusty zipper, juddering through the alligator-like skin. A putrid stench filled my nostrils. I reached into the body for the essence of the creature’s life. Shuddering, I pulled it out and tossed it aside, where it caught on some desiccated grape vines, the quivering viscous globules looking like mutant grubs.
My voice determinedly resolute, I asked, “Do I really have to eat it?”
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For the other Friday Fictioneers authors, I’m on the road today (Wed.) and tomorrow, ending tomorrow night at over 7,000′ and with a probably poor internet connection. So it will take me awhile to get to your stories and since I’m on vacation, I may not make it to all of them as I usually try to do. Thanks for reading, commenting and critiquing mine, even if I can’t get around to yours (at least right away.) I always appreciate your time.