(100 word flash fiction)
“Come on, we’ve come this far, let’s not falter. We’ve got to find our friend.”
“But, as far as we have found out, these strange arched eating places, they only serve cow, pig, fish and fowl. We won’t find him here.”
“A ‘lil bird told me this one’s different. They serve wildlife meat to only some people. We’ve got to get in and find out.”
“But, what are we going to do if we find they serve wild lion meat?”
“We will poison their food, so that no one eats here anymore. And do the same to all the others.”
Cecil’s death still haunts me. I need catharsis, I guess.
A bitter tale written for the lovely Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers for the photo prompt below –