Flesh and blood by Claire King

Sunday, city farm. Bickering on the bus as always. Panic swells my throat. But then for once they click, finding shared delight in suckling lambs and pot-bellied pigs.
“Lamb chops,” I say. “Bacon.”
Their heartbreak is followed by cheese sandwich solidarity.

On Monday I cook coq au vin. Fatty yellow skin detached and floating in the sauce. Folded arms and pushed away plates. Stereo disgust.

On Tuesday I bake trout, slimy with garlic butter. Bones and eyes left in.
“Fish are not vegetables,” they say, their fingers locked under the table.

Tonight I serve up bleeding lumps of gristly flesh.
“Cows,” I say, and wince at the slamming doors.

I stand outside their room as they close ranks, tearing me to pieces with whispers sharp as butchers knives. My fingers pick idly at malignant cells and the hall clock marks the minutes that remain.

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5 responses to “Flesh and blood by Claire King

  1. Wow. Both sides could have been nicer to each other; couldn’t they?

    Weirdly well written!

  2. Al McDermid

    This is so strange. She winches at the slammed door, but seems to be antagonizing them, though they have stopped bickering. Or is that the method behind her madness. I like that it’s so ambiguous. Really nicely done.

  3. Loads of tension here, and it’s that razor’s edge that makes the story work so well. Great flash. Peace…

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  5. Wow I only just saw that there were comments up here! Thanks everyone for your comments!

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