Cannibal

• James Macreadie, Grade 9
• Short Story
• 2015

We live in a farm and my Mum tells me not to go in the basement, but never gives me a reason why. I never saw Dad today so I asked Mum.
“He’ll be here soon.” Mum said. I got ambitious so I took a peek in the basement. Tip toe I descend down to the illuminated darkness I see my Dad’s glasses. “Dinner time!” Mum yelled and I quickly ascended upstairs to eat. I still don’t see Dad anywhere as Mum pours a bowl of soup and hands it to me. I eat happily and cheerfully until I stop, there was something long and I pull it out. It was a finger and I realized. Dad was in front of me.