(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.”
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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 –
Photo © Madison Woods
Just Joyfulness 
Dear Joyful,
They don’t really need to poison anyone’s food. If it’s under the golden arches, it’s already poison and certainly not food. 😉 Yeah, I had to go there. Good story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle. The moths are trying to get the places to close down. Hopefully, that will happen in the near future.
Justice dispensing moths – like it!
Thanks Sandra.
Great story. Don’t mess with moths.
Thanks! Don’t mess with wildlife. Period.
Ha.. alas as Rochelle says… job already done.. But that means I will have to look for another fast-food place.
Fast-food or fast-death place?
I too agree with Rochelle, but I do feel where you’re coming from. Let the moth’s get justice – for it doesn’t seem to be happening any other way.
Yes. Let the moths do what we cannot or will not 😦
Nice take on the prompt
Thanks 🙂
Don’t despair it’s just flavored cardboard. Eat up. It’s high in fiber.
Thanks. I respect my system too much to eat up 🙂
Aha. The Moth Protection squad preserving wildlife in your neighbourhood!
Aha! How I wish.
Moth vigilantes! Why not?
Yes, Why not? When humans are not, moths can be….
Moth vigilantes. I love it! I agree with Rochelle. Most of their work is done for them already, but they can quicken the effects and get the revenge they crave.
Thanks Amy. I think they will get their revenge when all these establishments close down.
I can understand how Cecil haunts you. Good story and I hope they don’t find lion meat in there.