on the butcher


As the ice cream truck drove away the kids gathered in excitement outside the gated fence holding their firecracker popsicles. They chitty chatted about what ‘tools’ Pops might use for his kill this time around.

As he opened the front door there was an immediate hush over the small crowd.  He didn’t look at any of them as he walked to the front yard, picked up a small ax, opened the small cage that the pig was in and swiftly slit its throat.

As it fell to the ground and began thrashing the kids began screaming.  He looked up from his stupor and through them, laughing in delight, at the red on his hands and the red, white and blue on theirs…

 

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