“The Mayor and the town manager waved as their next victim approached.”
Salvation once again turned to horror. It took a few minutes, but the color, the cheerful greeting, the unbelievable outline of bodies under the plastic tarp alerted me -- I was just in time for dinner—again.
My escape had been for naught, especially when a voice behind me said. "Don't even cornsider runnin', yer surroun'ed. Cuss it all ain't yo' a purdy one?"
After I'd stumbled upon the malicious matriarch, she had given me water, food, access to a revitalizing bubble bath and clean clothes, but my mind couldn't erase her first words 'dinners arrived'.
I gushed my appreciation for their hospitality, despite the lustful, salivating attention of her sons, but I also dropped a bottle of Ambien into the milk jug.
Escape was easy. A backpack full of fried chicken, corn fritters, and a jug of water, but I'd run – right into a whole community of flesh eaters.
This is unique flash fiction challenge is hosted by Barb Beacham, where she provides a new photo each week, and the first sentence of a story.
Our challenge is to finish the story using 100-150 words, not including the sentence provided. Don’t forget to use the opening sentence… This challenge runs from Monday to Sunday! Get creative and have fun finishing the story!
Please include the photo with your bit of flash and a link back to this post. Do not forget to follow the link to Monday's Finish the Story and click on the blue frog. Be sure to add your link so that others can enjoy your story too!