Day three of my drabble-a-day challenge. Here’s today’s drabble:

Horror Stew

We stirred his lies in a pot over the fire, throwing in garlic and cinnamon to hide the taste.

The sauce they made was thin, so we thickened it with screaming, with blood pounding and footsteps closing in the dark. Thick fingers grasping until bones snapped added meat to the stew.

It seethed away for years, ignored. If he ever caught the scent of the rising steam, he sluiced it away with beer.

Our last breaths bubbled, one by one. And when only he was left, he had no choice but to serve a bowlful and learn to eat it.

Well, I’m not saying it’s not an odd one today. I’ve been batch-cooking this evening, cackling gleefully while stirring a big pan of chilli.

I thought it’d be nice to write something with a cooking theme, and this is what came out…