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.]
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Clever twist — and so chilling! If only the other couple had seen the entire message!
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Yeah, George did some cleaning up after taking care of a certain uncooperative meat supplier. Apparently he decided to turn a warning into advertising. Clever man.
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Heh heh, “uncooperative” indeed.
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OH my gosh, chilling! (Don’t stop to eat the pies or you will become one). LOL!
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You are what you eat? Or you eat what you are? Hmmm… lol
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Hahahaha!!
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I’ll stick to coffee, thanks.
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Oh I didn’t see that coming.I like the after and before structure which worked well for me (and bravo in -200 words). A nice read.
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Thanks. It took some extensive editing to get it right.
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Oh I can well imagine 🙂
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There was a good story with a twist you did not see coming!
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Glad you liked it, Angie. 🙂
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Oh awful. Sweeney Todd reference here. I enjoyed your writing and I like the Johnny Depp movie of Sweeney Todd too.
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Yeah, that was a great movie. This story had references to a famous serial killer. I wonder if anyone will catch that.
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The Sweeney Todd story or yours? I will reread yours and tell you if I see anything.
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My story. Not sure what influenced Sweeney Todd.
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Didn’t catch them sorry 😦
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No, I guess I’m not informed to know who unless Jack the Ripper used these methods. Also another Johnny Depp film.
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Just salad for me please 😮 What a shock that must have been. Very different but great take on the prompt.
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LOL… yeah, I think the salad is safe. 😉 Thanks for the read and comment, Lyn. 🙂
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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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http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/world-news/killer-cannibal-reveals-cooked-women-6263586 ~> THIS GUY!
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Right, I think I may have heard of this. How strange to be so disconnected from other humans as to want to eat them. Great source material.
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That’s it, you’re hired. I’ll have you plan the menu at Wilhelmine’s. 🙂
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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I would be absolutely honored to collab with you. I don’t write a lot of horror, but I do love to dabble. What did you have in mind? 😀
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Check your messages at the forum.
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Gripping story. It’s a shame they didn’t see the whole warning…
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Ironic that what was meant to be a warning turned into advertising that lured people in. Thank you for reading and commenting. 🙂
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My pleasure=)
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Brilliant. I love it. Very Sweeney Todd. I love stories like this 🙂
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Thank you!
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Such a nice story until the meat cleaver. Yuck! Definitely a gross-out moment.
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LOL… indeed. Those sharp left turns in stories can be pretty brutal at times.
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This reminds me of the barber who did something similar. Really scary, Chris. Well done. 🙂 — Suzanne
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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. 🙂
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Thanks, Chris. I’ll have to look that up. 🙂 — Suzanne
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What a wonderfully terrifying and chilling story.
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Thank you Barb. 🙂
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