Heaving and hurling and churning out the dolls. They come along on conveyor belts shivering as they bump across the rollers, naked and staring like tiny women’s corpses. All around is grease and filth, the air you breathe is black with soot but the dolls are pristine, flesh coloured with a dull gleam that insults your eyes.
“Maxwell!” yells your diminutive boss from across the plant. “Your wife is here to see you!”
You haven’t seen Yolanda in three days. She up and left while you were at work, no note, no idea of why she’d gone except the argument you’d had the night before. If you had to guess, she left to figure things out.
You step away from the conveyor belt, nodding to Denise, the jolly Aunt Jamima who’ll take up the slack of your going. You scratch your head as you hurry towards the office. There’s a crowd of men standing around, peering in the window from the plant.
Squeezing past them, the grind and wheeze of the machines now behind you, you enter the grimy office. Uncovered file boxes filled with smudged papers line the walls.
You knew she’d be naked before you stepped through the door. Her white flesh shines in the dull light of the florescents. The boss is passed out bleeding on the floor as Yolanda munches on his dick.
“Yolanda!” you scream at her. “What are you doing?”
“Wah?” she asks you, looking up from her bloody meal. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”
“That’s not shrimp, Yolanda and this isn’t Australia!”
Even after three days the woman is as confused as ever.
Linda G. Hill 
Not very sick and twisted…kinda funny and sexy actually…it made me smile, the adulterous zombie – who did not know what eating him meant…or maybe she did!
And it is a nice thought that some woman here (in Australia) would thoughtlessly castrate me that way….lol
ps we do not call them shrimps…we call them prawns.
I shall take that into consideration next time 🙂
Sorry – it is not a correction, it was more an fyi. I thought after I posted that you might take it that way. As you have mainly American readers, you need to do exactly what you did. And this was kinda sexy too by the way.
Oh no problem. I’m not easily off-put, so never worry about that. 🙂 And I’m glad you thought so.
I did not mean it that way – of course the story will be yours…if it were mine, well I already have that one! Sorry, I just seem to say things I do not mean – or at least not clearly enough to be clear. I am sorry.
Please, don’t apologize. I know how easy it is for misunderstandings to occur when these short messages are concerned. Don’t worry about it.
🙂
You are very kind to me LInda!
Wow , somehow I missed this. Am reading and commenting on my iPad. The munching bit came out of nowhere and it hurts!
If writing is supposed to evoke a response or emotion I guess I’ve done my job then! 😉
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wanted to do that!
Awesome! ❤
Yeah, I can see it happening. Glad you liked it. 🙂
“A woman cannot live on bread alone…”
Haha! No, she definitely needs the occasional sausage too. 😉
Hahahaha right answer!