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Post 1543. Wednesday June 7

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

 I  have waited long for this moment. 

You lie before me on a cold stone slab.

My knife is poised. I lower it, draw the silver blade slowly across your moist white skin and slice into your bulging bleeding veins.

My body quivers with excitement.

I  pour warm crimson liquid into a crystal glass and raise it skyward. It glows in the sunlight...

...then I break bread.

I am ready.

Melting Dolcelatte cheese, crumbling focaccia bread and a glass of ruby red Molino di Grace Chianti Classico 2004. 

There's  nothing like a picnic in the woods. 

For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers where our photo prompt is by Pamela S Canepa.