Soup’s On!
“Any luck, Paleo?” Keto asked his fellow cannibal as he approached the giant cauldron he was stirring.
“Nothing,” Paleo said. “Zero, zip, zilch, nada. No airplane crashes. No lost safaris. Not a single soul out there for dinner.”
“Well then, it’s soup again.”
“Ah, man! I need to sink my choppers into some nice juicy ribs or breasts, or wings or… Hey! Where’d you get that?”
Paleo froze, his mouth watering, as Keto dropped portions of two human legs into the pot.
“Let me have some of that meat!” Paleo yelled.
“Sorry,” Keto said. “I only have thighs for stew.”
From Guest Contributor Lee Hammerschmidt
Lee Hammerschmidt is a Visual Artist/Writer/Troubadour. He is the author of the short story collections, A Hole Of My Own, It’s Noir O’clock Somewhere and For Richer or Noirer. Check out his hit parade on YouTube!
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