Parker

What's Cooking?

Stumbling half nauseated and half out of his mind he began to strip off his clothes, finally reaching the bathroom. There it sat his sanctuary. The nice warm liquid waiting for him, calling to him. It seemed to call his name "Julian", "Julian", "Julian".

Warm to the touch of his toes, he played with the liquid making little splashes on the floor. As the ripples subsided he eased into the tub, the all embracing warmth encasing his body. Down, down, down he sank, following fate blindly until he rested, and was at peace.

The bath was soothing it gave him focus. Hours went by and the water slowly chilled to a freezing cold. Which woke him up.Or was it the sound of someone entering the house?

It was mom, she was back. "Julian, are you there?" She called out as she made her way through the darkened house. She then spotted his clothes strewn across the floor and shook her head. "That boy," she muttered, "he will be the death of me" picking up the trail of clothes she reached the dining room where a great feast had been laid out. She smiled. Her son was trying to win her over. And it worked. She forgot about all the troubles, heartaches and thought of only her little boy, her heart.

Then it hit her, like a punch to the guts. The putrid stench, causing her to gag. The bathroom light was on and there laid her daughter on her side watching Julian, her son bathing.

Julian saw his mother and smiled, he stood up in his entire naked splendour. "Hello mom glad you are home" Julian grinned. "What have you done?" His mother asked. For the first time noticing the trail of blood on the floor and the fact that her daughter was not moving. She smelled death.

And her son was bathing in her daughter's blood. She almost swooned but too terrified to lose consciousness.

"Now mother about dinner it seems to be ruined". With that Julian stepped out of the tub producing a cleaver, and asked "guess who I'm having for dinner"?

Later that evening after a fine meal Julian's father relaxed by the fireplace. "I don't believe that your mother and sister would miss out on such a fine meal". He lit a cigarette, and the aroma of tobacco smoke filled the air. In between satisfied puffs, he said "Son you must tell me this recipe and don't hold back I want to know all the details."

Julian just smiled and nodded all the while sharpening his dad's favourite hunting knife. "Dad maybe you can help me with tomorrow's meal" Rubbing his belly his dad gave a thoughtful nod thinking what a good son he had.

Inside a menu card in a restaurant.