Samburger and Flies

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Samburger and Flies

Postby TheIntern » Wed Jul 25, 2012 12:52 pm

Samburger and Flies

The sun came off the horizon steaming like a fresh pile of dog poop unicorns and rainbows.
Maddie wiped her brow, grit from dirt that clung to the hair on her forearm
scraping across her forehead. It didn’t matter how early she started digging, she couldn’t
beat the summer heat.

She lifted one last shovelful of soil and tossed it over her shoulder onto the
impressive pile she’d been unearthing since before dawn. She stepped out of the shallow
hole and sat on one of the cardboard containers that held prefab parts of her future
gazebo. Her breath came labored and raspy. She needed to rest for just a moment. This
was much easier when she was a younger woman.

Aging poplars provided little privacy from her neighbors. She peered at the
houses on either side of her overgrown yard. Still no sign of life. Yet. But she’d better
haul ass before prying eyes started waking up.

A rolled rug sat nearby, buzzing flies flitting around the open ends in frenzy. She
waved them away, dragged the heavy load and positioned it alongside the hole. With the
toe of her garden clogs she pushed the lump, unrolling the rug.

The remains of Sam, her fourth husband, rolled into his grave. And not a moment
too soon. What flesh remained was starting to thaw.

The rug was a total loss. She would miss the beautiful floral pattern, lilacs and
fuchsias. It really brightened up the living room. But the rubber underlay made it a great
cutting surface, protecting the hardwood from all the blood.

She tossed it over him, rubber up, then grasped the shovel and threw a few dirt
clods on what was left of his head. Her shoulders ached from the renewed effort. This
might have to be the last time. Or she had to find an easier way.

She retrieved a snow shovel from beside the house and used it like a bull-dozer,
pushing the dirt pile back into the hole, covering the mangled flesh and exposed bone.
When the last of him was under earth, the flies took off in search of gorier pastures.
Maddie stomped on the fresh grave to set the soil and flatten the surface.

Janice’s sliding patio door screeched in its track and the hollow echoes of her
overweight footsteps on cedar decking announced she was awake and ready to start
another day nosing into Maddie’s business.

“Morning neighbor!” Janice waved a pudgy hand, a mug of hot coffee gripped in
the other. “You’re at it bright and early today. What’s the project this summer?”

“Gazebo.” She poked the box with one clogged foot. “Prefab. I should be done
by two.”

“Prefab? You getting lazy in your old age?” Janice laughed until she wheezed,
then coughed into a Kleenex. “Hell, that fake wishing well in the corner took you a

“Not lazy. Just tired. Very, very tired.”

“Why do you always wait until the bums leave you to do a project? Why not get
them to do it, and then kick them out?”

“Just a way to get my mind straight. You know, recover from the terrible pain of
being dumped. Again.”

“I see. I would just drink.”

Don’t need to lose a husband for that. There was probably whisky in the coffee.
“Maybe a drink later. I’m going to fire up the barbecue and make burgers for
supper. Do you want to join me?”

Janice’s eyes lit up. Food and drink, her two triggers. “Love to! You make the
best burgers.”

“See you around five? Just come sit on my patio.”

“Deal! I’ll bring the beer.”

Maddie pulled a carpet knife from her pocket and sliced the boxes, ripping into
the package to expose wooden parts, a bag of bolts and screws and Allen keys, and
instructions in four languages. She would construct le belvédère en Francais. Much more
romantic than ‘the gazebo.’

Piece by piece, screw by screw, le belvédère took shape. She wasn’t done by two,
but at three-thirty she stood at her kitchen window admiring the result.

A gulp of icy water left a trail of glorious cold down her throat before dissipating
to nothing in stomach acid. The glass, slick with ice cube sweat, slipped from her fingers
and shattered in the sink.

“Damn it!” She picked up the big pieces and turned on the tap to flush the little
ones, leaving a bloody thumbprint on the faucet. “poop unicorns and rainbows, damn, poop unicorns and rainbows.” She ran water over
her sliced thumb. Blood mixed with water. She winced at the sight of pink swirling down
the drain. She couldn’t stand the sight of blood. Her own, anyway.

A long cool shower refreshed her body and spirit, allowing a happy whistle to
escape her lips. In the kitchen she made a cup of tea, then pulled a bag of meat from the
fridge and the meat grinder from the cupboard.

Each piece of almost thawed meat went in the top of the grinder and came out the
other end, landing in a bowl in twisted red and white marbled strings. She loved the feel
of the old wooden handle against her calloused palm, the sound the cast iron cutter made
against the tin grinding plate.

She dug her hands into the bowl and married the meat to a mixture of eggs and
breadcrumbs, herbs and spices, and her special ingredient, crushed dill pickle potato
chips. She formed four perfect patties and set them on a plate. The door slid noiselessly
in its track. Her footsteps on the stone patio made no sound.

She lit the gas barbecue, sat on the chaise, then lit a cigarette.
Janice will love Samburgers. At least the name sounded right. Better than
Georgeburgers, or Ethanburgers. Or worst of all, Ralphburgers. It didn’t matter what she
called them, or even what she put inside, Janice loved them all.

Janice popped around the corner, a six pack of beer clinking in its case, an opener
in her other hand.

“Gazebo looks great! Is it a little crooked?” She popped the top off two of the
bottles and handed one to Maddie.

Maddie took a long swig then stood. “Maybe a bit. The ground will settle.” She
opened the barbecue and placed all four patties on the grill. Sizzle filled the air and the
aroma of herbs and burning flesh filled her senses.

“How do you like yours?”

“Is the meat fresh?”



They slathered condiments on their burgers. Maddie eyed Janice as she took her
first bite.

Her eyes bugged out and she groaned. “Maddie! That’s the best burger yet!
What’s in it?”

“It’s Sam’s secret recipe.”

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Re: Samburger and Flies

Postby DocLove » Sat Aug 18, 2012 10:07 am

Well done. Whoops, no pun intended. Very entertaining.

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Re: Samburger and Flies

Postby scifibandit » Tue Aug 21, 2012 8:04 pm

Love this! Very telling in the detail. The very end made me a bit ill, which is quite hard to do. Great work.

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Re: Samburger and Flies

Postby Taxi » Wed Aug 22, 2012 1:25 pm

Pure evil and brilliant!

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Re: Samburger and Flies

Postby Godis2good » Thu Aug 30, 2012 10:02 pm

You have put together a very chilling and disgusting tale
Nice job!

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Re: Samburger and Flies

Postby Islandgirl2 » Sat Nov 16, 2013 11:06 am

Samburger and "Fried Green Tomatoes" sounds tantalizing.

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Re: Samburger and Flies

Postby christ85 » Wed Jan 28, 2015 2:24 am

nice. Keeping doing at your best :D
Hope that you be a "real" writer somedays :D

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Re: Samburger and Flies

Postby Wyllo » Tue Apr 21, 2015 11:56 am

That was disgustingly delightful. It definitely had my stomach turning. Great work.

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