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diary of a butcher |
| Written by rachael | |
| Thursday, 28 February 2008 | |
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Share it:      June 2nd 2001 Dont ask me how it happened, it just did. It was a normal everyday day. I woke up, had breakfast, got to work then BAM it happened. Its all a blur. I was stuck standing before a dead body. I had no clue what to do with it. To make thongs worse I had to open shop in 10 minutes. So you could imagine a middle aged man panicing. I figited with my apron as I walked back and forth trying to think of what to do. I picked the body up and slung it over my shoulder. He was one of those punk kids that waved their hands in the air. He held a gun to my face, i could just tell the cops it was self defence. Before a I knew it I was stuffing the lifeless body into a small freezer. The day went on normal, I surved customers and chopped meat. But in the back of my mind the same question played on my conscience. What am I going to do with the body? Every hour grew slower and slower until I couldn't stand it any longer. I closed the shop early and flung the freezer door open. I had to rid myself of the body. I went over hundreds of options but one stood out. I decided to chop the body up. But what to do with the pieces was another problem. I lay in bed tonight writing in this diary 100% confident that evering will be fin. Its 10:40 and i guess its time to go to sleep for tomorrow is another busy day. June 3rd 2001 I was a little scepticle...no-one seemed to notice. The desicion was perfect, sell the meat. All meat looks the same. All I had to do was cut the pieces in shape and the left overs were minced. The day went on normal and before I knew it it was closing time. A sat on the back step and took a long drag from my cig. The murder played little on my conscience. He deserved it, waving the gun in my face and talking in some kind of street talk. All i see it as one less problem in the world. There was a time when I did doubt when a customer asked about the meat. I paniced i didn't know what to tell her. Then I calmed myself down, she doesnt know make up some bullshit. I just told her that I had an apprentice and he did a couple of mistakes. She walked away not knowing that in her bag there was a rack of humin ribs. My favourite tv series monk has ended and its time for bed...9:30...need to get some sleep for tomorrow is another busy day. Copyright 2008 rachael |
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