As god is my witness, I’ll never be hungry again…. Flash Fiction

It was an ordinary day, one much like all my others, a day filled with small joys to be celebrated, smiles given freely to strangers, moments allotted just for the smelling of roses.

It was after five, so work was put away for the day, closed neatly in drawers and compartmentalized to wait for the morning. Moderation in all things; the watchword by which I lived my life.

Then I met him.

I was walking in the woods, glorying in the birdsong, delighting in the antics of squirrels and chipmunks; smiling at the memory of capturing and releasing a tiny toad once I'd convinced him I wasn't going to toss him down my terrible maw.

I rounded a bend and there he was. My brain lit up like I'd been struck by lightning. I actually felt dizzy for a moment. I leaned on a tree, my mouth tasting of copper, knees weak, ears ringing. He looked at me like he could see my soul. His eyes pinned me down, rummaged around inside and turned me inside out.

I felt rooted to the spot, filled to the brim with indecision. Did I stand or did I run? I'd been warned when I was seven that this could happen. But generations had come and gone without a single ripple in my world. I'd become complacent. Now fate had intervened.

He started for me, the air shimmering as he moved. I felt myself flood with juices. Hunger ravening, lust building, the needs I'd beaten back into submission for years bubbling to the surface.

When he got close enough to touch I knew there was no other option. Our auras meshed, the world stopped turning. I unhinged my jaw and swallowed him whole.







Three word Wednesday prompt : fate, indecision, option