Her Heart

She will be missed...

...He put her hand on her chest, feeling the rhythmic thumps pound aggressively against his hand. Then the thumps slowly began to diminish, until her heart stopped beating and his hand was resting on top of a bare heart. It oozed gooey blood that dripped from the gaps between his fingers. He brought his bloodied hand to his face and sniffed in the coppery scent. He licked the blood clean from his palm and proceeded to make a lovely soup with freshly cut vegetables and some steaming side rice mixed in with her finely sliced and diced heart, so that he'd always have a piece of her until it comes out the other end.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Shunny Houston]

Gosh! Gruesome short story! I like it, everything is calmly describing a murder scene and a cannibal. Good!