|Milk and Serial|
By Kel Log
A sweet looking house with pink window shutters stands out from the crowd. Number 1313.
The sweet scent of baked honey buns, bacon, eggs and gourmet coffee float through the air like mist. Food for the Gods.
Inside the kitchen of 1313 is Mom, Maddie Sawyer. Blonde, blue-eyed. A tight, mature body that screams “Hot Babe.” A lovely smile is on her face. She’s humming a tune to herself. Suddenly, WHACK! WHACK!! WHACK!!! Her butcher knife is covered in blood. A stream of blood from the knife trickles down the blade onto her hand and into the folds of the wrists.
Maddie frowns at the sight. Grabs a towel and begins to clean up. Rinses the towel several times under the faucet. A sly grin appears on her face. She crosses back to counter and looks down. Her eyes widen. She picks up the All Spice and Pepper. Begins to sprinkle.
Maddie’s face lights up. “This is going to make a lovely stew.” She pulls a casserole dish out. Loads in the vegetables, water and soy sauce. She holds up the human arm. Blood drips from the forearm. Maddie gingerly places arm into casserole dish. Sprinkles in a pinch of thyme, ginger and nutmeg. She smiles as she opens the oven door. “Cook for three hours, should taste delicious.”
In the oven beside the casserole is a baking pan… a roasting leg of human is crisping to a golden brown. “Mmm” is all that Maddie says.
Pass the potatoes, please…