"How long've you been making jerky?" I dig into the strip with my eyeteeth to tear a piece off. It's tough, but seriously tasty.
He shrugs. "Always. Parents taught me."
I nod. "How long does it take?"
"Depends on the meat." His eyes narrow appraisingly as he gives me the once over. My heart leaps into my throat, and a shiver runs up my spine.
"Which kind of meat?" I hesitate.
His finger slides along the knobby end of his chair arm, shaped like a femur.
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Short StoryAn assorted collection of works of 100 words or less from a wide assortment of genres. What type of bite do you fancy today? Included here are my entries to #slapdashsat on my twitter profile @amandajhare as well as entries to various Wattpad contes...
