When It’s Over… (Friday Fictioneers, March 2013)

This week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt comes courtesy of Rochelle herself.   I love this kitchen!

She’d lit the lamps signalling the coast was clear.

Then she waited.

The kitchen door creaked and her glittering eyes caressed every curve of his magnificent body before she flung herself upon him.  Passions flaring, they sank to the kitchen floor, shedding clothes.

And later, with regret, she bade him farewell.  This must be the last time, she’d vowed, steeling herself to his entreaties.

Then, ever practical, she rolled up her sleeves and floured the kitchen table.  Much to do in preparation for the weekend markets.

Tomorrow his name would be on everybody’s lips.

Well maybe not his name, but….


I do hope you weren’t eating breakfast…  😦

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About Sandra

I cruise the French waterways with my husband four or five months a year, and write fiction and poetry. I love animals, F1 motor racing, French bread and my husband, though not necessarily in that order.
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100 Responses to When It’s Over… (Friday Fictioneers, March 2013)

  1. Woah Sandra!!! The secrecy…the sinking to the floor then rolling up the sleeves – delightful!
    Loved the last line 🙂

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  2. Oh dear! Oh dear! A monstrous story with a sinister (cannibalistic?) ending. As Cicily Tyson said in Fried Green Tomatoes, “The secret’s in the sauce.”
    Shalom,
    Rochelle
    PS I love that kitchen, too. 😉

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  3. hmm racy and horrific ending (at least for the man)

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  4. nightlake says:

    Sandra, this was so scary..creepy..the poor man

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  5. She was going to be serving “man-wiches”, I guess?

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  6. Alastair says:

    Hehe A black widow 😀

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  7. kz says:

    oh damn… what a treat! this story, i mean ^^ love that it’s so evil

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  8. Sandra, I come to your site each week (or day) expecting something good and I’ve yet to be disappointed. Would you just mention at which market she sells so I may be sure to avoid it? If it’s in England or France, I should be safe but a heads-up if she starts exporting would be appreciated.

    janet

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  9. jwdwrites says:

    Great story Sandra, I loved the double meaning in bade him farewell. I was completely wrong-footed until the last line. Great storytelling. 🙂

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  10. vbholmes says:

    What a shame to sacrifice that “magnificent body”–next time, perhaps, a plumper, less buff victim would be better suited for the market? Good story, Sandra.

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  11. EmmaMc says:

    Haha! I didn’t see that last line coming. Thoroughly enjoyed this, completely misleading. Brilliant!

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  12. yepiratehere says:

    Yikes! Never,but never get romantically entangled in the kitchen, is the message I take away from that!

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  13. Ugh! Sandra! I may never eat out again. Disgustingly fantastic story.

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  14. Joe Owens says:

    Yikes! She loves them, then leaves them…bleeding on the floor? The market will get a recipe no one will ever forget. A chilling tale and I am glad it is after breakfast. I was ruminating on lunch, but I think it will have to be meatless now.

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  15. Parul says:

    I generally try not to know what goes in the kitchen when the food is served. “what you don’t see, you don’t worry about” right?
    But your story makes me think how naive that approach is!
    great work, as always

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  16. claireful says:

    Brilliant, Sandra. By an odd co-incidence I went to a poetry reading last night by Rhian Edwards – she was fantastic, and if you ever get a chance to see her, you should go. One of my favourite poems that she recited was ‘Girl Meats Boy’. Your story exactly. http://www.literaturewales.org/johntripp/i/140393/
    Claire

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    • Sandra says:

      Grief! What a poem that was! I really admire people who can write so ‘out-of-the-box’ like that. Loved the image of ‘swagger-waltzed’ and ‘rag-doll slumped’. Thanks for that link. 🙂

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  17. A female Sweenie Todd me thinks.. Those meat pies… definitely not with horse meat.

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  18. Tom Poet says:

    This made me laugh out loud. Too good!

    Tom

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  19. claudia says:

    Well, at least she had some fun before work!

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  20. rgayer55 says:

    Oooo . . . I felt my pulse quicken and blood pressure rise. Why does regret always raise its nasty head? The last line was terrific! You definitely bested me in the humor category this week, my friend.

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  21. deanabo says:

    This is too fun! love it!

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  22. What a delicious story. I loved the line “steeling herself to his entreaties”. Does “steel” give a hint as to how he was dispatched? “steeling herself to his entreaties:)

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  23. elappleby says:

    Oh Sandra, this is fabulous! I felt a tingle of excitement as realisation dawned with your last line – absolutely brilliant! Just shows what you can do with a hundred words if you know what you’re doing 🙂

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  24. What a tasty little morsel!

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  25. Jan Brown says:

    This was a real treat! The last line is priceless!

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  26. boomiebol says:

    Why I smiled after reading this is beyond me…very very good. I will not be eating out anytime soon

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  27. Carrie says:

    Oh my, not the climactic ending he was expecting I bet!!

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  28. wmqcolby says:

    What does food and sex have to do with each other?
    Everything! Dr. Freud would have a field day. Awesome story, Sandra. You BROUGHT it!

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  29. Amazing. This might be my favorite of yours

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  30. Lyn says:

    “Come into my parlour,” said the spider to the fly 🙂

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  31. 40again says:

    I started reading and thought you had shed the doom and gloom and taken a romantice turn and was smiling to myself, then I realised where I was going and laughed out loud.
    So very well done, as always, great imagery
    Dee

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  32. Sandra says:

    The journey never ends where it starts on this site, Dee! 🙂 Thanks for reading and commenting.

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  33. zookyworld says:

    I must not be fully awake yet, as the last line was still echoing in my brain, trying to find a connection with her bidding him farewell, when I saw “cannibalism” in the comments. Woah! Then I re-read the story and the meaning clicked much better. You said it so well by waiting for that last line.

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  34. denmother says:

    Sandra,
    She’s one special kind of woman and he was one of what sound like many very unfortunate men.
    Denmother

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  35. unspywriter says:

    It was after breakfast but still a great chuckle–lovely twist at the end. And don’t worry, this week I did the doom and gloom, literally: http://unexpectedpaths.com/friday-fictioneers/doom-and-gloom/

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  36. kingsleycw13 says:

    I think I’m going veggie…

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  37. Shreyank says:

    I had to read the comments to understand the ending ! a lovely story even despite the gruesome ending ! 🙂

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  38. Trudy says:

    Wonderfully creepy, and very well crafted. Loved it!

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  39. elmowrites says:

    I wondered where you were going with this for a while, Sandra and then BAM! Gross.

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  40. Hi Sandra,
    What naughty thoughts you tapped into to bring this story to its steamy climax. I guess we should all keep in mind, you are what you eat. Glad the fires of passion still burn . . . and bake! Ron

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  41. Beth Carter says:

    Yowza. Well done and I’m sure that’s exactly what Ruth (in my story) would love to do to Harry. You’ll understand after you read it. Too bad I’m eating soup right now. Yuck.

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  42. Well that was pretty daring! Were you loosened up by Rochelle’s naughty story?
    While you’re at it, I’ll have a loaf!

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  43. billgncs says:

    Hi Sandra — once again you lure me in and leave me totally in fear of womankind 🙂
    Nicely told

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  44. Talk about Eating Raoul! If he’s batter dipped and fried, he might be health risk to eat. Couldn’t she roast him or broil him?

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  45. Sarah Ann says:

    Enjoyed this. Put me in mind of Sweeny Todd. Am going to worry about homemade pies at markets from now on.

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  46. Oh, what a delicious morsel, Sandra. Well done!

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  47. Hi Lovely Sandra – Ahhh…Yikes…shades of fava beans and Sondheim’s “Sweeney Todd.” Nice work.

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  48. Lol..you naughty girl.

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