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Prompt: 042. bushmeat

From WIKIPEDIA: The term bushmeat, also called wildmeat and game meat, refers to meat from non-domesticated mammals, reptiles, amphibians and birds hunted for food in tropical forests. Commercial harvesting and the trade of wildlife is considered a threat to biodiversity.

Bushmeat also provides a route for a number of serious tropical diseases to spread to humans from their animal hosts. Bushmeat is used for sustenance in remote areas, while in major towns and cities in bushmeat eating societies it is treated as a delicacy.

1. It had been the canned mystery sitting on the shelf for years: bushmeat. Something leftover from Uncle Andrew’s wild days.

A. It had been the canned mystery sitting on the shelf for years: bushmeat. Something leftover from Uncle Andrew’s wild days. They weren’t even sure if it was some kind of monkey meat or if he’d bought something cut off of a lizard or a bunch of frogs.

If the Old World was still intact and there were grocery stores they could buy food from, they never would have given the can a second look. But since everything had fallen apart and civilization was nothing more than a fond memory, the mystery meat had taken on real significance. Especially as they were only getting hungrier as the days went by and the snow continued to pile up outside.

2. The rumors were that the pandemic had begun with tainted bushmeat smuggled into the country.

A. The rumors were that the pandemic had begun with tainted bushmeat smuggled into the country. Someone with more money than brains had expanded their palate at the expense of the human race. It was infuriating, and not just because of all the deaths it caused.

“Who the hell wants to eat a monkey? That’s like eating a hairy little man. It’s just wrong.”

“We don’t know what really happened. The bushmeat thing is just a rumor. But wherever it came from, the Plague is here now and we have to be smart if we want to survive it.”

3. The chimpanzee screamed one last time before dying. It was with a sense of guilt that he stepped forward with his knife to butcher some of the world’s most illegal and expensive meat for sale.

A. The chimpanzee screamed one last time before dying. It was with a sense of guilt that he stepped forward with his knife to butcher some of the world’s most illegal and expensive meat for sale.

He still couldn’t believe that he’d accepted this job. But money was tight and his wife was ready to give birth at any moment.

The first cut was the hardest, not just because his hand was shaking and guilt was making his eyes water. The animal hadn’t completely stopped moving, and as he tried to slice, the left arm jerked and hit his shoe with an open-handed slap. As though the chimpanzee was admonishing him for its death, or pleading one last time even though it was already dead.

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Prompt: 041. blackberries

1. The children picked berries all day and ran home with baskets full of blackberries and their fingers stained purple.

A. The children picked berries all day and ran home with baskets full of blackberries and their fingers stained purple. Mama tsked when she saw the state of Nadia’s dress, with the finger streaks of berry juice crumpled into the fabric, but she didn’t yell. Instead she baked them a blackberry pie while they retreated to the backyard bathhouse and thoroughly washed off the day’s adventures.

They sat down to eat pot roast with potatoes and carrots while the pie cooled on the kitchen windowsill. And when they’d cleaned their plates, Mama served them each a slice of pie with a scoop of vanilla ice cream.

It was the best day they’d have for a long time.

2. Tangled in the blackberry bushes, the small child howled in fear and pain. There were red scratches marring the dirty face and arms, one thorn having scratched dangerously close to a teary eye.

A. Tangled in the blackberry bushes, the small child howled in fear and pain. There were red scratches marring the dirty face and arms, one thorn having scratched dangerously close to a teary eye.

Anna ran forward, waving her arms to signal No. “Don’t move, kid. You hold still and I’ll help you.”

“Get me out of here. It hurts! It hurts!” the child screeched, making an aborted lunge forward. Anna winced when she saw that a long thorny branch was wrapped around the child’s chest, digging into the patched and worn cotton shirt.

“I’ll get you, I’ll get you, don’t move.” Anna tried to hide her panic and project a sense of calm concern. The last thing she wanted was for the kid to realize how afraid she was. “Why don’t you tell me your name, sweetie?”

“I’m not sweetie. I’m Brandon.”

“Oh. Well, hello Brandon. I’m Anna.” Working slowly, she began untangling the small body. He couldn’t have been older than four or five, dressed in clothes that would have done better in the rag bin. “Can you tell me where your parents are, Brandon?”

“Don’t have any,” he muttered, his attention focused on her hands. Which is why he missed the expression of shock and pity that crossed her face before she controlled herself.

3. It had been nice having blackberries in the yard for the first year. Then the plants had begun to take over and spread until half of the yard was a tangle of branches and thorns.

A. It had been nice having blackberries in the yard for the first year. Then the plants had begun to take over and spread until half of the yard was a tangle of branches and thorns. People driving by thought the property was abandoned and began to help themselves to anything not nailed down, from an old truck canopy to his brand new wheelbarrow.