Frightmares: A Fistful Of Flash Fiction Horror - Plot & Excerpts
His abdomen was punctured with multiple holes, each looking like the exit wound a bullet might make and sections of his skin had been peeled away in strips three inches long by a quarter-inch wide, as if someone had used a vegetable peeler on him. He squatted next to the Chief Pathologist. “What do you reckon, Eric?” “Death from internal bleeding and septicaemia. Murder, definitely.” Eric handed him the man’s wallet. “Have a look in there.” White opened it. “Three hundred cash. Gold credit card. Not a robbery then.” He looked up. “What am I supposed to see?” “There’s a receipt tucked behind the credit card.” White pulled it out. “The Furaha Mla Restaurant? That’s the Taste of Africa place on Millside, isn’t it?” “Yes, and one of their specialities is nyuki. Killer bee grubs in a honey glaze.” “Ew. What’s that got to do with his death?” Eric pointed at one of the holes with his scalpel. “The grubs are supposed to be cooked, not ready to hatch and chew their way out of a stomach.”
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