100

A short, short story every day. No more than 100 words. No less.

The Rules

Only one story per day.
Only 100 words per story.
No post-publication editing, save for spelling errors.
Sudden illness, lack of internet access and emergencies only temporarily excuse the author.

100 was created by Melissah Burt but is probably not an original idea. All work is protected under a BY-NC-SA 2.5 Creative Commons License.

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Thu Oct 11

Leg

It was like no meat she had ever tasted. It was the same colour as veal, but with none of the sweetness, the melting mouth feel. She had paid half a million dollars for the privilege of her plate at this exclusive dinner party, but the Pièce de résistance was tough at best.

‘What cut did they say this was again?’ she whispered to the gentleman by her side, a Japanese tycoon.

‘I believe it is part of the leg,’ said the man.

She poked the meat with her fork. Men, she thought. They really do never fail to disappoint.