Pie.

Pie.

They met by accident.

He was taken, she wasn’t.

He had a tattoo of his pregnant girlfriend’s name. He was at the bar one Saturday night after a long day at work and the bartender was cute.

Numbers were exchanged.

The bartender was a rich heiress who liked to go incognito and pick up guys on Friday nights. The longer the commitment, the better. She had a fetish for men that had been claimed by other women. She loved to chew them up and spit them out. She loved to build them up, and then tear them down. She had a theory: you needed to know their story before you got into their pants.

Sexual freedom was something she was obsessed with.

She’d set sights on him the minute he walked up to the bar and downed his first tequila.

He loosened up after a couple drinks and said he needed to get away from his girlfriend of seven months. She said she wanted him. All seven inches of him. He was taken aback. He’d never met anyone who had such accurate assessment of the human anatomical calculations, before. She said she was a pro at it and they left the club, together, his drunken arm around her waist.

She took him home.

He was aroused and wanted to do it. She said she was hungry and needed to get some dinner. He suddenly remembered he was famished too, and asked her what was for dinner.

The last thing he remembered was a butcher’s knife and her saying, “You”, before he passed out.

Two hours later, she added some garnish to the human meat pie and drove down to the suburban home he shared with his girlfriend. She left a box on the porch with a note that read:

“I did you a favor: your loyal ass deserves better. He was a cheater.”

16 thoughts on “Pie.

    1. I did! I said that on Twitter. I’ve got a whole manuscript I did based on my life while at med school and never published it. I’ve uploaded a few snippets of my fiction on here and I’m not sure of people like it or not – my “real life” aren’t that much into reading, what a shame. Anyway, you can use my writing if you want to. I would be thrilled!

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      1. “Pie” would fit. What else do you have that’s horror? (And since it’ll be published, they have to come down off the blog. Ammy doesn’t like people selling stuff that is free.) Jump over to my blog and use the “contact me” button to send me an email, and I’ll get your info and invite you to our private Facebook group, too.

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