15minuteficlets word for the day...

[phinnia]

Today's word: bloody.




"This is really good, you know." Fabian commented with his mouth full, squinting across the frozen tundra and picking at the piece of meat with his fingers. "I mean, considering and stuff."
"If you haven't eaten in nearly a week anything's good, I suppose." Anthony replied pragmatically, trying to imagine the red sauce on his plate was made of tomatoes instead of its more animal origins.
"This must be weird for you. Have you ever eaten meat?"
"Not as far back as I can remember." he admitted, picking another piece off the bone and sticking it in his mouth. "Uncle Jack was saying that my parents tried to feed it to me, but I wouldn't have anything to do with it, I'd just spit it out."
"So you've never cooked meat either?"
"Nope."
"Well, you did an okay job, seriously." Fabian nodded, chewing a rather fatty piece. "It's a little burnt, but you can just pretend it's cajun."
"I had a little incentive. Besides, Allanna always said hunger is the best sauce."
"True. You want any more?"
"Sure. What's left?"
"Well, let's see." Fabian got to his feet and peered at the blackened carcass in the pit, surrounded by stones and littered with pieces of wood turning to charcoal. "We've got leg of ex-supervisor, arm of ex-supervisor, torso of ex-supervisor and ... well, giblets of ex-supervisor. Also sweetbreads of ex-supervisor. If you've ever wanted to castrate your boss and have his nuts on a platter, now's your chance."
Anthony shuddered. "Ugh. Give me some of the leg. One new taste sensation is enough for today, thanks."