Back to the Grind

“A mass of lacerated red flesh slid down the slab towards the maw of battered iron waiting below. Dark steel hounded the crimson streaks all the way, filling the chamber with a slow, sharp, rasp.

‘Carefully does it.’ A sanguine voice whispered.

The pot hissed and seethed, greedily swallowing every scrap, and sending the fleeting bubbles up to be lost amongst the broiling surface.

Meaty paws pulled the knife close to a broad chest, as a colossal head leant down and drew in a nosefull of pungent air.”

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When an old friend calls you back for one last job, what kind of man could say no?

As it turns out, no man at all…

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Submitted to Close to the Bone Magazine and published on the 08/05/25!