Friday Fictioneers is craftily braised by the creative talents of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. A 100 words of fiction based around the photo prompt provided. Follow the link and join in the cook off.
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Dr Kale’s hand gripped her shirt. The buttons ripping clean off, shattering on the floor.
The door was locked from the inside, frosted glass blocking the view. On the other side, voices faint and disjointed. Frantic hammering on the door echoed across the walls.
They were coming. Coming to get her out.
Her strength was sapping, laboured breathing tightening her chest.
His body slumped forward, then slid towards the floor. Tiny shards of buttons, glistened like diamonds in the river of blood seeping beneath the door.
Trailing her tongue across the dripping knife, she smiled.
“Mmmm, I think it’s beef for dinner”
helen midgley 
Hahahahaha! Splendid, Helen! I love that last line.
Five out of five prime-rib steaks from the American Beef Council.
Thanks, you can’t beat a bit of beef 😉
I’m from Kansas City … it’s what’s for dinner. 😉
Love the title. And the story too. Had me going in all the wrong directions till the very end. Excellent.
Thank you, the intention was to mislead, I’m glad it came across 🙂
Very amusing, hope beef was cooked rarely
And gravy… don’t forget the gravy. Bloodthirstily good.
Great start and end line! And the bit in the middle nicely done as well. Good misdirection, great work. 🙂
Ouch sometimes the temptation for blood is too strong… love that twisty surprise
Ugh, I think I prefer a salad. Good suspense.
Wow! Great suspense!
Yum! I do like a nice bit of beef 🙂 Had me guessing till the end.
Delightfully horrific.
Deliciously horrid – I wonder if they did take her away?
Well that was a different slice of life! lol
Loved this, very gruesome!