Microstory Monday

A Taste For Flesh
"This is phenomenal," I say, savoring the taste of the steak. "What gives it that subtle porkchop flavor?"
"It's all in what we feed the cows," he says, shrugging.
"What are you feeding them, pigs?" I say, and start to laugh.
He looks away, saying nothing, and my laugh dies in my throat.
"Good lord," I say. "You aren't actually feeding them pigs, are you?"
"No," he says, looking down at the meat on my plate. "Not pigs."

Comments

[Marcus Aurelius]

Far be it from me to tell such a fine author of the macabre what he REALLY meant, but I'm thinking the "porkshop flavor" was actually intended to have a "C" in lieu of the "S".

Although, Porkshop Flavor is fast rising through the ranks when considering my favorite names for an album. Porn Flakes still has a bit of a lead.

An excellent addition to the large collection of "things-Dean-has-written-that-make-me-want-to-hide-under-my-covers" all the same.

Cheers!

[Dean]

Slander! Or rather, Libel! I would never mis-type such an important word as "porkchop!"
Alas, it appears any evidence you have for this scandalous claim has evaporated.
IF there ever was any.

[Marcus Arelius]

Ah.

It appears I was mistaken. My most humble apologies.

In retrospect, I was a fool to have countenanced my own eyes in their debased betrayal of my absolute faith in you as an infallible artiste. Shocking, really, when viewed in the clear light of day. Especially when said clear light, of a sudden, contains a ravening herd of Yorkshire Blue Prize Show-Boars, all in cable-knit sweaters emblazoned with the simple, yet oddly foreboding missive: "Meat, Dean greets you".

So, if, say, there could be some way for these rapacious creatures to find their way out of my room and away from my extremities, I'm certain all mention of this alleged and ENTIRELY defamatory porkchop/shop incident would be stricken from memory.

Oh, look! They've gotten the baby! Splendid! You, sir, are truly a giant among men!

[Dean]

Exactly.

You have redeemed yourself, Lord Aurelius. You can have your viscountship back.

But NO servants.

[Marcus Aurelius]

By your command.