99-word fiction – Cannibal
I first noticed her tattoo; it was beautiful, a waterfall of colour. She saw me looking and held up her empty glass, waving it at me. I bought her a drink.
“I love your tattoo.”
She smiled.
Beer followed beer then whisky followed the beer. I must have charmed her; we finished the evening at my place. That was three months ago, and we’re still here.
The tattoo is beautiful. I sit looking at its waterfall of colour and touch it, delicately. Her skin is cold to the touch. It’s the only part of her left in the freezer.
My Words, My World 
Oh I love this, Chris!!! Good ending!!!
Thank you Sharon. A little different.
You are welcome, Chris!
Deliciously dark! Fab 💗
Thanks Esther. This one took a while.💪🤓