Ayushi Tiwari

Drama Horror Tragedy

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Ayushi Tiwari

Drama Horror Tragedy

At The Dinner Table

At The Dinner Table

2 mins
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Sitting on the table at the dinner party, my mother is laughing at almost everything, barely in her senses I pretend to ignore her while sipping my wine. I scan the room for who I came to meet but I can’t find them and the dinner looks rather delicious so I focus on it. Each bite I take of the juicy morsel, I moan, I don’t know what kind of meat it is, but it’s certainly delectable. Every person in this room is dressed to the nines and draped in all kinds of rare gems and jewels of this planet, no wonder the food is something exotic. I try to remember my manners but it’s quite hard to pull away from the food. When I am done, I wipe my mouth with the napkin and see the guest of honour enter the room. Our eyes clash and I tip my glass in their direction as a silent greeting and nod my head. They start making their rounds and finally reach our table where they take a seat, right next to me.


We take politely about everything and how good the food is, then he slowly leans into me and whispers in my ear “Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” When I shoot him a quizzical glance, he continues “My daughter will never be with a woman and your plan on taking her away from me won’t work. Anyway, how was the food? I had it especially prepared for you.” I hadn’t paid attention to the fact that when the food was served, mine looked a little different and a different server served it too but since, I had never had anything so delicious, I barely paid attention. I was confused as to why he was asking me that I question and I, politely, give him a customary answer, still pretending I don’t know what he is talking about me and his daughter.


He again whispers “It was a special type of meat called ‘Michelle,’ I believe.” I fight the urge to throw up all over the table as a rage like I have never known consumes me. ‘Michelle’ happened to be the name of the woman I was in love with and I reached into my purse to pull out my signature Glock putting it right at his forehead as I make a hole for the air to get to his brain so that he can think clearly before speaking or doing something the next time.



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