“He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.” Samuel Johnson

Saturday, September 3, 2011

REVENGE Flash Fiction

Reynaldo’s” meant fine dining worldwide: fifty-nine restaurants, cable franchises, cookbooks, and his Recherche d'Ingrédients Spéciale et Institut de Cuisine D'essai fueling his latest experiential dining enterprise with heretofore unheard-of rainforest ingredients from Brazil’s Suyáo tribe.

“Divorce me, fatso,” soon-to-be ex-wife Sylvia recently demanded.

“Let me orchestrate one last meal.” She couldn’t resist his culinary tease. “Bring Sheldon.”

Reynaldo’s rival, vegan chef/nutritionist impresario, and Sylvia, consumed an amuse bouche, tailored to each, at the last river outpost. En route, Sylvia’s digestion absorbed the toxin from native-termed biteweed, inducing what cannibalistic forebears termed “monster hunger”.

Reynaldo promised a last meal. Poor Sheldon.