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… 😦
castelsarrasin 
Woah Sandra!!! The secrecy…the sinking to the floor then rolling up the sleeves – delightful!
Loved the last line 🙂
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Thank you! 🙂
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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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Yup, cannibals rule, OK. Thanks for commenting Rochelle. 🙂
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hmm racy and horrific ending (at least for the man)
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🙂 Thanks for dropping by.
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Sandra, this was so scary..creepy..the poor man
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No way to go, I agree. 🙂
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She was going to be serving “man-wiches”, I guess?
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Kate and Sidney Pie actually. Kate came round the day before… 😦
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Hehe A black widow 😀
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Black enough! 🙂
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oh damn… what a treat! this story, i mean ^^ love that it’s so evil
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Thank you!
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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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Oh it’s OK Janet, she doesn’t sell in America. Any more… 🙂 Thanks for dropping by.
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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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Thank you! I was trying not to be all doom and gloom this week… not sure I succeeded.
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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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But then the dispatching might not be quite so er… rewarding. Thanks for commenting VB. 🙂
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Haha! I didn’t see that last line coming. Thoroughly enjoyed this, completely misleading. Brilliant!
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Thanks Emma. 🙂
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Spooky.
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Thanks Catherine.
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Yikes! Never,but never get romantically entangled in the kitchen, is the message I take away from that!
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A woman and her kitchen… you know how it is. 🙂
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Ugh! Sandra! I may never eat out again. Disgustingly fantastic story.
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Isn’t it just. I almost made myself feel ill. Thanks for reading.
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😆
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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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I couldn’t face much lunch myself, and I wrote it! 🙂 Thanks for dropping by.
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The good stories are the ones that linger in your mind after your eyes leave the page!
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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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You can never be sure… thanks for dropping by Parul.
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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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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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A female Sweenie Todd me thinks.. Those meat pies… definitely not with horse meat.
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Stud horse? Thanks for reading Bjorn.
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Ha, definitely…
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This made me laugh out loud. Too good!
Tom
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Laughter is good Tom. 🙂 Thank you.
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Well, at least she had some fun before work!
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You’ve got to balance your life I always say. Thanks for commenting Claudia. 🙂
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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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🙂 I’ll never best you in the humour stakes Russell, but I’m learning. Thanks for dropping by.
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This is too fun! love it!
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Thank you for reading. 🙂
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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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Yes,I was trying to lay some clues – well spotted! 🙂 Thanks for commenting.
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I like it when people pick up on the subtle things I put in my stories too. 🙂
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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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Thank you! And for the compliment. 🙂
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What a tasty little morsel!
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Thank you. 🙂
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This was a real treat! The last line is priceless!
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Thanks Jan! Glad you liked it.
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Why I smiled after reading this is beyond me…very very good. I will not be eating out anytime soon
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🙂 You don’t have the heart for it? Thanks for commenting.
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Oh my, not the climactic ending he was expecting I bet!!
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Climactic enough for him I guess 🙂 Thanks for commenting.
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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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Thank you Kent! 🙂
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Oh, yes! By the way, I will never eat at your house.
🙂
Mine:http://kindredspirit23.wordpress.com/2013/03/27/friday-fictioneers-darkness-comes-genre-horror-pg/
Scott
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Darn it…:( Thanks for reading.
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Amazing. This might be my favorite of yours
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Thank you! 🙂
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“Come into my parlour,” said the spider to the fly 🙂
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Thank you for reading! 🙂
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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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The journey never ends where it starts on this site, Dee! 🙂 Thanks for reading and commenting.
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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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Thanks for reading – love your avatar! 🙂
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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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🙂 Thanks for reading.
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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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Thanks Maggie; loved yours.
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I think I’m going veggie…
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Good idea! 🙂 thanks for dropping by.
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I had to read the comments to understand the ending ! a lovely story even despite the gruesome ending ! 🙂
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Not to worry. Thanks for reading.
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Wonderfully creepy, and very well crafted. Loved it!
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Thanks Trudy! 🙂
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I wondered where you were going with this for a while, Sandra and then BAM! Gross.
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🙂
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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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Thanks for reading Ron! 🙂
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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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Shame about the soup. 😦 Thanks for reading.
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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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Meatloaf? 🙂 Thanks for reading.
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Hi Sandra — once again you lure me in and leave me totally in fear of womankind 🙂
Nicely told
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We’re not all this bad… or are we? Thanks Bill.
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I hope you aren’t cruising to keep ahead of the Gendarmes 🙂
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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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I think she did Perry 🙂
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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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You mean you weren’t worried before Sarah Ann? 🙂 Thanks for reading
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Oh, what a delicious morsel, Sandra. Well done!
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Hi Lovely Sandra – Ahhh…Yikes…shades of fava beans and Sondheim’s “Sweeney Todd.” Nice work.
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Lol..you naughty girl.
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