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“Sing a Song of Sixpence,
A bag full of Rye,
Four and twenty Naughty Boys,
Baked in a Pye.”
Delbert enjoyed working in the kitchen and pies were his specialty. The retired bibliographer took another sip of wine. It was an excellent Sauvignon Blanc, a bit pricy for a Napa vineyard, but tonight he was celebrating.
He would keep the first steak and kidney pie for himself (his mouth fairly watered in anticipation), but the others he would create before supplies ran out, would be anonymously gifted to the city detectives and FBI agents investigating his string of serial killings.
It’s Wednesday and once again time to participate in Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ 23 August 2024 edition of Friday Fictioneers. The idea is to use the image above as the prompt for crafting a poem or short story no more than 100 words long. My word count is exactly 100.
I saw that pies were being baked and the first thing I thought of was the old tune we all probably sang in childhood, “Sing a Song of Sixpence.” The popular verses go:
“Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye.
Four and twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie.”However, looking it up on Wikipedia (I know), I discovered that although the rhyme’s origins are uncertain, the first verse had appeared in print in Tommy Thumb’s Pretty Song Book, published in London around 1744, in the form I rendered in my story.
Serial killers, cannibalism, and steak and kidney pies (the more normal sort I recall being rather tasty) immediately popped into my imagination. The rest was easy.
I should say I did a wee bit of research on the wine Delbert was sipping and came up with this.
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He certainly enjoys the role as a serial killer. However, I think his pies might be his downfall.
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He’s taunting his adversaries with them. The thing is, if they don’t know who they’re from or what’s in them, they might start eating…urk!
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If I were a police officer, I think I’d be suspicious of the anonymous pies. I’d be fairly suspicious even without being one!
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Even if they don’t eat the pies, they’ll try to find out what’s in them. Won’t they be surprised. 😉
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Serial killers do love to keep their trophies… or share them.
Nicely done!
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Thanks, Dale.
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😊
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There’s a touch of Sweeney Todd about this!
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There certainly is.
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Oh my, James. Dark minds think alike 😉
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That they do.
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Urgh!
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Gulp…. pretty sure I don’t want to investigate his kitchen.
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No, you really don’t, Bon.
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Ohhhhh, a sinister mind and culinary genius… Steer clear of that combo. Nicely done!
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Thanks, Angela.
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What a great title for this! The nursery rhyme sets up an expectation of something twisted and sinister about to happen. And you didn’t disappoint.
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Thank you, Margaret.
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Wonderful twist! I can imagine what’s in those pies. Well done, James. 🙂
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Pretty gross pies. Thanks, Brenda.
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Dark and twisted. But that’s how serial killers’ minds work, I guess.
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Quite true, Meha. Thanks.
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Creepy guy!
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Indeed, Dawn. Thanks.
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