The Secret Ingredient

ยฉ A Mixed Bag
ยฉ A Mixed Bag

Jenny glanced at the painted words stretched across the side of the old bridge as she and Bryan drove underneath.

“The Pies?” she frowned.

Bryan shrugged. “Ya got me. Maybe some clever local advertising?”

Five minutes later they approached Wilhelmine’s Diner. “Best Homemade Meat Pies in Plainfield” it read underneath her sign.

Jenny grinned at Bryan. “Wanna stop for some pie?”

[12 hours earlier]

Amanda dragged herself through the brush near the old bridge. The deep gash on her leg was allowing an exodus of blood. She knew she didn’t have long. The can of spray paint in her hand that she’d used to burn George and escape was all she had now, having lost her lighter. While she remained conscious, she decided to put the paint to it’s proper use.

Leaning over the edge of the bridge, she sprayed the words “Don’t Eat The Pies”. As she finished, a twig snapped. George loomed above her with meat cleaver in hand. Amanda knew he’d finish what he started when she and her husband had stopped to eat at Wilhelmine’s.

The diner’s proprietor always used fresh meat for her pastries and unsuspecting tourists provided a bountiful supply.

Word Count: 198

[This is my entry into the Sunday Photo Fiction challenge, hosted by Alastair Forbes. Write a short story of 200 words or less from the photo prompt provided.]

~V

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38 thoughts on “The Secret Ingredient

  1. Well, talk about the first 5 minutes of a crime show lol. I’m pretty sure this has happened in Real Life. Wasn’t there a Brazilian serial killer who baked people in a pie?

    I wonder what else is on the menu…blood infused fruit juice? Salad dressing with a base of Bone Marrow? x_x Loved this story, Chris! (If you couldn’t tell already!)

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    1. That’s it, you’re hired. I’ll have you plan the menu at Wilhelmine’s. ๐Ÿ™‚

      I think we should collaborate on a story. Between the two of us, I think we could freak out a lot of people…lol.

      Thank you as always, Jade. Love your comments.

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    1. Thanks Suzanne. I know a number of people have mentioned Sweeney Todd, but the inspiration for the story was actually Ed Gein, although it seems no one caught that. (Ed’s mother’s middle name was Wilhelmine and his father was George and he grew up in Plainfield, WI).

      I’m glad you liked it and thank you for the comment. ๐Ÿ™‚

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