cannibal tales

Today my parents called and invited me to the dinner. It’s nice to have a family dinner once in a while.

I’m not living with my family for almost four years already. At first, they didn’t believe in me when I wanted to move out. They said that I wasn’t going to be able to provide for myself, to survive, especially in the city, but already then I knew that I would manage.

And here I was, after those years, standing on my family’s house porch which instantly evoked warm memories. I knocked on the door, and my sister opened them. She seemed very happy to see me.

Father and mother beckoned me in the living room where the table was ready for the feast. Truth to be told I was happy too. It was nice to come to my old house and eat together with them. I knew that it cost them a lot to feed me, but you know family bonds are the strongest.

I sat in my place behind the table. The smell of the meal was awesome. I still haven’t learned to prepare food so well.

We prayed and thanked God for everything we had, and then we started our meal. After the prayer, I immediately could tell that my sister wanted to ask me something.

“What is it, Abby?” I asked.

”How is it to live in the city?”

”This and that, you know it’s actually not that hard.”

”Oh, common, you know what I mean.”

I sighed, ”Sometimes it gets annoying. As I live in an apartment I always can hear what my neighbors are doing because walls are thin. And it goes both ways, you know. There are a lot of people in the city which has its pros and cons, but I manage somehow.”

”Okay, but asides that, do you like the city?”


”You know, I also would like to move out sometime…”

”It is out of the question”— my father interrupted – ”You’re not like your brother.”

”But dad…”

”What’s going on in the town? What’s new?” I changed the topic. Although our family house was located in the countryside, it was ten miles away from the small town where father went to buy groceries and other stuff necessary for the family.

”Bil’s not working in the hardware store anymore,” my father told me.

”Why’s that?”

”It’s a long story, but it all started when Abigail got into the relationship with Ken, and then he ditched her.”

After that, followed a long story about Abby, Ken and Bil.

”I see,” I said in the end.

”I would manage in the city just fine,” it was clear that Abby was proud of herself.

”This is the exact kind of thing why you wouldn’t!” father got angry.

”Oh, stop it, everyone,” mother hushed us.

After this, we continued our meal in silence.

I tried the meat and it was delicious. It was as savory as beef, but at the same time, mild as fish. Truly the best kind of meat one can get. I wanted to know where had they gotten it.

”The meat is great. Where did you get it?”

”It’s Bil’s.”

”I see, maybe Abby’s little affair wasn’t so pointless after all…”

When it was time to leave, I was standing on the porch and thinking about my life and everything my father had told me this day while last rosy sunrays disappeared behind the horizon.

I’d known Bil for a long time. He’d been such a nice guy always telling jokes and giving us discounts. It was sad that Abby had gotten so angry that she killed his son Ken. Of course, after this, my father had gone after Bil.

I sighed. Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all. At least Bil’s meat had been so tasty. Maybe it had been destiny, you know.

I stepped down from the porch and went to my car. It’s hard to live alone in the city if you are a cannibal, but it also has a lot of benefits. For example, I have much more food surrounding me.

Author: Sebastian Winter

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