“Delicious stew. What’s that lovely flavour?”
“Nice. Fresh or dried?”
“She was pretty fresh. Got a lot left over though, so I might dry her out – make some jerky.”
The dinner guest halted with a spoonful of Rosemary stew half an inch from his lips.
“Clearly I’m joking,” said the host. “Eat up.”
The guest didn’t move.
The guest’s eyes slid to the door.
“Locked. Windows too. Eat.”
The guest forced the spoonful into his mouth. The meat melted across his tongue. He held his stomach.
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