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BBQ At Geoff’s

Geoffโ€™s summer cookout was always the highlight of the calendar.

The community would gather for mirth, merriment, mead and the best baby back ribs anyone had ever tasted.

Word inevitably got out. Every year neighbours would bring friends and whilst they were clearly having a great time enjoying Geoffโ€™s gluttony of exotic, tender meats, they were often never seen again. 

I mean, sure, Geoff was a cannibal, and yes he did have a tendency to fatten his diners, and OK he never really let anyone leave in a hurry. But man were those baby back ribs were to die for.


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Written as part of Friday Fictioneers using the following photo prompt submitted to Rochelle by Lisa Fox.

Responses to “BBQ At Geoff’s”

  1. neilmacdon

    Very humane meat herding

  2. Tannille

    Suddenly I’m not hungry…

    1. MrBinks

      ha!

  3. trentpmcd

    “…to die for.” yep, perfect last line.

    1. MrBinks

      Merci!

  4. msjadeli

    Sounds like Sweeney Todd has relocated and changed his name. Wonderful, macabre spin on the image, Mr Binks.

  5. The Sicilian Storyteller

    Especially good with some fava beans and a nice chianti.

  6. Iain Kelly

    Remind me to decline the invite to Geoff’s this summer…

  7. rochellewisoff

    Dear Mr. B.

    I think I’ll pass on any invitation to Geoff’s. ๐Ÿ˜‰ Well served plate of fiction. It is fiction. Right?

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

  8. Dawn M. Miller

    Oh my….

  9. Keith’s Ramblings

    Hopefully, lots of people will read this and heed your warning should they be invited to one!

  10. Alicia Jamtaas

    Remind me often and loudly never to come to your neighbor’s house for ribs.

  11. Dale

    I’m thinking, for word to get out some of the guests had to, as well ๐Ÿ˜‰

  12. athling2001

    Oh no! What a twist. Well done.

  13. authorfleurl

    Ohhhh, I’ll think I’ll pass…a clever twist, well done.

  14. granonine

    Oy. That’s enough to make me consider becoming a vegetarian. Almost.

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