Posted in Fiction & Poetry, Writing Challenges




She’d pat the piglet

Her pet

Hoping they wouldn’t but they did.

Pit readied, coals perfect

Into the pot it was placed after slitting it’s throat

Of course it was skinned and intestines removed


Into the pot it was put

(A better way to say?)


Delicious they said

Meat so tender it’s true

But she wouldn’t eat

Not one bite

She could not

Not yet

“What we get from the store doesn’t bother you”

But being the point

The wound now too new





The Friday Reminder and Prompt for SoCS March 14/15


Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is:




I’m a self-published author of two books, a blogger, grandma, mom, auntie and friend... I’m also a TEFL instructor, have lived in a few other countries besides the US. I love walking, cooking, reading, traveling, teaching, learning, language, movies, vampires, mummies, zombies, other assorted creatures of the night, science fiction, romance, action, adventure, classics, Latin, Soave, Chianti, D’Abruzzo, Ouzo, Sambuca, Bulleit Bourbon, Plato, the ocean and tanning.

2 thoughts on “Piglet

  1. And that’s the way it is… 🙂 Nicely written my dear.
    I remember a woman I worked for at a farm who used to name her chickens and then write their names on them when she put them in the freezer so she’d know how big they were when she took them out for dinner.

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