“Today you can write about anything, in whatever genre or form, but your post must mention a dark night, your fridge, and tears (of joy or sadness; your call). Feel free to switch one ingredient if you have to (or revisit one from previous trio prompts).” – Daily Prompt
It was a dark night this time. I placed my knife on the counter, blood dripped to its ceramic coat. My stomach growled. It was dinner time.
I opened the fridge and the scent of fresh meat met my nostrils. It was the most alluring scent I had ever smelled. I momentarily closed my eyes from the bliss.
I took the knife again and decided what part to cut. I went for his arms.
After using the arms for the sauce, I mixed it with my pasta. I garnished it with basil leaves and cheese. I twisted my fork and ate it. Tears rushed to my cheeks from pure bliss!
My husband, who I hated without any reason, tasted delicious.