Thursday Tiny Tales – 4

The basement stairs creaked noisily as he walked down with the cleaver in hand. Air charged with anticipation. The butcher murmured a prayer and brought down the cleaver on its neck. The hen’s piteous cries and cackles filled the room. The room was silent once again.


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