She wasn’t sure if he was here, hiding in the dark old barn; she couldn’t believe she let this one get away. He was prepared just right, perfectly marinated, lightly sedated and ready to be cooked; then at once she seen him, his muscular body shining in a brief flash of moonlight that managed to penetrate the old wooden door. In minutes he was back in the kitchen, sitting in a giant stew pot with all the veggies and spices; he knew his end was near as the staff of chefs worked to prepare New Years Eve dinner for the richest family in New York City. It wasn’t easy being a practicing cannibal in the big city, but it was well worth it; and boy, was he tasty!
This is my entry into The Five Sentence Fiction challenge. The challenge is to write a piece of fiction that is only five sentences long and contains a weekly prompt. The prompt this week is the word Ending