Drabble
Connoisseur
He has eaten sushi in Tokyo, yebeg tibs in Mogadishu, lamb ravioli in Venice, a monkey’s brains in a small village in the south of Congo, bison steak in Calgary. The meal that will never leave him, though, the highlight, the culinary experience he will take to his grave, was a slice of roast from the rump of a young man in Wisconsin. He was no killer, he wouldn’t dream of it. But when the boy died in a violent crash, a restaurateur of his acquaintance purchased a portion for the culinary elite.
The honey-herb glaze was to die for.
Drabbles are stories one hundred words in length. Sometimes, when I’m in the middle of a longer writing project, I’ll throw together a few hundred-word stories to warm me up, and I happened to like this one enough to share it with the good folks of Tumblr.
