October writing prompt #14: Buckets of

Hi peeps! Today I realized I have been overthinking these prompts a lot. That's probably one of the reasons why I have skipped so many days of writing - of course I've had other things to do as well, but that's not all there is to it. The way I see it, writing prompts are for effortless writing. They are for writing about the first thing that you associate to the prompt, not for over analyzing whether you're doing your writing "the right way". With writing, there is no right or wrong way. Every way is a good way, and I think that is the beauty of it. So, let's keep it simple this time and not tire our brain with too much unnecessary data.

After writing this little story, I realized my brain is shifting to Halloween mode. It kinda shows in the story, don't you think?

#14: Buckets of

   "What are you waiting for, Jen? Start carrying?"

   "Sorry, Jay, I just... I haven't done this before."

   "Yeah, I get that. Sorry for not remembering. But you know that we'd better start carrying these buckets, before the McDonald guy comes home? And we still need to clean up the place."

   "Oh, yeah. You're right."

Jen picked up a bucket of human intestines and started carrying it in the cellar, where Jay had dug a large pit. Jen did of course realize that they had to be super quick if they wanted to get out of the house without anyone noticing, but Jen was new to this cannibal thing. She had just started, and she needed time to get used to it.

   "So, uh... Who is this McDonald, actually?" Jen asked to get her thoughts focused on something.

   "His whole name is Ronald McDonald," said Jay who followed Jen in the stairs with another bucket.

   "Ronald? You don't mean... that Ronald McDonald?"

   "Gods, no,", Jay laughed out loud. "This Ronald is a different one. He works at an insurance company in Boston, comes here every Friday to spend his weekend. He has wife and kids back in Boston, but little birds tell me that his family life isn't doing so well. Hence this... hideout of his, in the middle of nowhere. A perfect place to run our business."

   "So... if his family is in Boston, then who are... well, were, these people?"

Jay dumped his bucket of intestines into the hole. "These lovely folks were Ronald's mistress and her husband. No harm in killing an adulterer, eh?"

   "I suppose... And the husband wasn't aware of his wife's affair?"

   "Nope. And I'm actually surprised that he was here. It's as if his wife wanted him to find out about about her adventures... She knew Ronald was coming over tonight. Well, he is coming... he's just not going to find anyone. It's almost like his mistress was swallowed by the ground."

Jay let out a fiendish laugh and lifted his head to notice a doubtful look on Jen's face. He sighed and walked over to her.

   "I know this is a little too much for you right now. But it'll get easier over time. Trust me, I know it from my own experience."

Jen forced a small smile on her face. She wasn't so sure about this getting easier.

   "Jay... I know we're only taking bad people, but... it's kinda overwhelming."

Jay smiled gently and petted Jen's pale cheek. "Yes, Jen. I know it is. If it makes this any easier for you - we are making the world a better place. The fewer wife beaters, cheaters, child molesters and bullies there are, the better. We are ecouraging change, and we make a living through it."

Jen let out a sigh. Of course Jay was right. He was always right, and she was overthinking. She shouldn't make it harder than it already was.

   But eating the poor bastards' meat - there was no way around it, that was going to be downright disgusting. As if Jay had read Jen's thoughts, he kissed her on the forehead, saying:

   "Trust me on this, Jen. You are going to like it, and in the end, you'll refuse to live without it. Just wait and see."