I’m a Picky Eater

I have a friend, Jessie, who is quite adventurous when it comes to food. She’s tried everything, but as for myself, I’m a pretty fussy eater. I found some foods that I can tolerate and I’ve stuck with them. Jessie knows this and instead of letting me be, she’s always suggesting foods that she says, “I’ll love,” but to my surprise I don’t. She says the weirder the food, the better the taste and that she’ll find something, someday that I’ll like. I disagree, but I’m fine with that, my life doesn’t devolve around food and if I could, I would completely remove it from my daily routine.

Jessie often invited me over for dinner, which I never looked forward to, mind you, I really do appreciate the effort she goes to just in the hope that I’ll devour one of her meals. Her way of persuading me to come over is that she’ll watch a horror movie with me. Horror movies are my favourite but I rather watch them with someone as I can get distracted easily when I’m alone and I appreciate the company. Jessie doesn’t like horrors as much as I do but she is extremely interested in gory scenes when people insides are being ripped out. She often jokes, saying she bets I would probably find the large intestine tasty with a bit of boiling, but I think it would taste crap.

I arrived at her apartment with a bottle of her favourite wine, all for her, because I would be drinking water, I had to drive home but I’m also not a drinker. She greeted me with a huge smile and a small giggle.

“I think you’ll enjoy your dinner tonight,” she laughed, with her hand gesturing me inside.

“Hm, we’ll see,” I said as I walked in and immediately smelled something cooking, I also noticed it was quite dark except for a few candles lit in the kitchen, on the table.

“Just sit at the table, I’ll bring it over,” she yelled as she walked in from the hall. As she placed the plate in front of me, my heart stopped.

“Pigs heart,” she said proudly, as if I should be impressed. I just sat there with my mouth wide open in shock. It looked like it had been taken straight out of a pig minutes ago, just a little darker and cleaned up a bit. I gagged and looked up at her trying to figure out if this was a joke.

“Come on, it’s not that bad, I tried some before you came over,” she smiled, “so dig in,” she stuck her knife and fork in and started eating.

I looked down at it and wondered if maybe this would be the food that I turned out to love. If it was a miracle food that saved my lacking diet. It seemed crazy but I was getting curious. Out of everything Jessie has made me eat, this was definitely the strangest. I began to cut in and I noticed Jessie looking at me with her mouth full and her big eyes gawking. I had a small piece on my fork, and I decided to just go for it. I closed my eyes and shoved the fork in my mouth. My eyes lit up as my taste buds went crazy. It tasted amazing, it actually tasted amazing.

“That’s great,” I muffled as I ate more. Jessie looked up from her empty plate, “we found something you like, I knew you’d like it,” she smiled widely. As I finished the whole plate I looked up at her, “seconds?” I laughed.

After we watched my promised movie, it was time for me to get back home, it was getting late and I had to go back to feed my cat. As I was walking out, Jessie followed behind, leading me to the door. Something had caught my eye, to my left as I reached the door. In the sitting room was a large figure on the ground. I squinted my eyes and the figure became clear, two petite girls bodies, with the chests completely torn open, exposing broken and scattered rips. Just as I worked it out, Jessie flipped the sitting room light on and looked at me. “Seconds?” she grinned as she plunged a knife into my stomach.

  • CreepyLinguine

    Thirds, please!