The Smell Of Burning Flesh On Their Breath

random prologue I wrote for a thing

Out of the blue about 5 years ago my son Timmy had texted me telling me that he wanted to get away from this town and follow his new group of friends. He had texted me not even called, stopped by or even gotten his things. Now I'm sitting cozied up on my couch with, my puppy, the evening news, when I see Timmy, and about fifteen other mugshots flash across the screen. The only words the reporter was speaking were "They were caught with the smell of burning flesh on their breath"
 Timmy was always a confused boy, he was special, not knowing his left from his right, but he knew the right from the wrong which is why I never understood how it came to this. My son, my first and only son is now a cannibal. this doesnt happen every day it's not like I could call up my friends and get there condolance on this subject, no one just picks up cannablism in their spare time. I believed it had something to do with my divorce, Timmy losing his dad was rough on him. My husband had filed for a divorce shortly before timmy had ran from us, he was only with me for fun so when he got bored and Timmy got to old to play with daddy, he "didnt have any reason to be here anymore". So I'm just sitting here with my puppy in awe at the sight that just unfolded on national television.
 The phone rang, it was my ex husband Aaron scraming through the other end. He blames me, it's all my faut apparently I should have raised him better. You don't make someone eat people! it's not my fault. Since Aaron left I have really no form of income so I cant bail Timmy out, and that seems to be all that Aaron wants is his precious little son back. To be honest I still don't know what to think, say or do. How do I even go out in public after my son gets caught with "flesh on his breath".
 Aaron and I decided to meet up the next day to talk about Timmy and what we were going to do. Bail was set at 500,000 dollars and we still didn't even know the full story so we figured we'd take a little walk down to the jailhouse and have a chat with our son. We walked all the way to the jailhouse just to find out that Timmy had a speedy trial, he was caught red-handed in the act of a "people barbecue", so all the evidence was needed and they sentenced him to death.
 My ex husband and I were escorted through the prison, the strip search accompanied by the full body cavity search and then we made it to see Timmy, cheek bones shrunken in, sweating with stress, riddled with exhaustion and tear stained cheeks. I asked him what the hell he was thinking, why he did it, who he got caught with, how it made him feel, the usual questions you ask your cannabilistic son I guess. He looked up at me with his beautiful blue eyes filled with secrets like the depths of the oceans, and began to speak, "mom, dad, I'm not sorry for what I did, but my friends, lists the group, showed me the proper way. They showed me the normal way to fit in, to not be judged by everyine around and how to be myself. I found this group online that traveled and knew what they were doing, they went places and spoke and looked at the inner beauty of people not on the outside. On the outside we're all too salty, too much hatred but inside we're delicous and everyone has a heart. They taught me that what is underneath our skin is better than the top layer so we had to kill. We only had to kill to get to the lovely part of people and find a way into their heart. Then it got weird but i didnt mind, they ate all of the nice stuff we are made out of, they'd cook it and eat it. We'd cook away the evil then eat the good left in them. We'd  usually just cook them like a pork roast and let them grill, or barbecue for hours and marinade in sauces. When the cops had busted down our lab we had just finished cooking our newest wrong doer Julia, so we were test tasting different traits of her. They knocked down our door, tried to save her but she was too far gone into the depths of hell. poor girl can't even get into heaven, we never burned the rest of the evil out of her aching soul. They caught us in the act of tryin to cleanse this world of the bullys, the bad guys, and those who don't deserve to be sweet on the inside, and now mommy, I'm scared I'm sentenced to death, I need your help."
 I having the motherly instinct to help my son in need, I took Aaron home and returned to jail at midnight, that's when the adventure begins.

Author's Note

this isn't meant to be taken seriously at all, this piece was for fun

Reviews

[Antoñyo]

"zaneybear was awarded First Place in the The Smell of Burning Flesh on Their Breath contest"
8/15/13



YAAYYYYY ! You Go Girl! LOL

[zaneybear]

Thank you so much:)

[Riding the Rainbow]

Wow!!!!!!!!
I'm not shocked as much as you think..
I mean, I can understand his way of thinking even if I'm not a cannibal..this group thought that "eating" the bad people will help "cleaning" the world..
Well done;)

[bablioe223]

you did wonderful and may win the contest!

[zaneybear]

no you did good too!!!