Tuesday, 29 December 2009

Grub Up by Lily Childs (c)

Vanessa was skeletal. I could barely get any meat off her bones so I just gnawed away at the stringy flesh. I sighed. I’d starve at this rate.

I sat back and surveyed the remains of my late cousin. Apparently she didn’t know I have certain tastes. And that I’ve been particularly hungry lately.

I was still ravenous, but I knew it was risky to go out hunting because I get careless going in for the kill. Yet thoughts of feeding made saliva drip in my mouth, washing my gums, plumping my tongue.

I hesitated. No. I couldn’t do it; it was too dangerous. I’d have to go without. Dejected I slumped down onto the threadbare sofa, then jumped as the phone rang. Snatching it off its cradle I answered.

‘Who is it?’

‘Is she there?’

‘What?’ I didn’t recognise the voice.

‘It’s Ben, Vanessa’s boyfriend. I’m outside your building. Is she there?’ My heart smiled and I spoke to the pining lover.

‘Yes Ben. She’s here. She’s sitting in the corner. Come on up – we’ll wait for you.’

I replaced the receiver and lingered by the window, watching. The juices were already stirring in my belly.
First published on Thrillers Killers n Chillers May 2009


  1. Just thought I'd revive this one for the fun of it.

  2. Hi Lily,

    I missed this one, being a relative newcomer but have to say it's a great piece of flash. The writing conjures up great images.

    Nice work!

    All the best with everything you do in 2010...David.

  3. Cheers David. I was feeling a bit bloodthirsty, as you do, and I was hit with nostalgia for this old piece.

    Wish you all the best for 2010 too - onwards and upwards.



Lily Childs is a writer of horror, esoteric, mystery and chilling fiction.

If you see her dancing outside in a thunder storm - don't try to bring her in. She's safe.