
The setting was perfect. Candlelight sparked on the elegant wine glasses and smugly heavy cutlery. Waiters in long aprons glided effortlessly between the tables with impossible numbers of plates balanced on their arms, as if they were walking some unseen tightrope.
My waiter placed a bowl in the centre of the exquisitely geometric place setting. Inside the bowl, a crust of ginger fur respired slowly, rising and falling.
I can take a joke as well as the next man. Crouching low, I bit into the succulence of the waiter’s leg.
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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

I’m sorry I didn’t get it but the descriptions are great.
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Thanks. It’s intended to be surreal
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Dear Neil,
This seems to be a dog’s-eye-view of a swanky dinner party. At any rate, vivid descriptions entertain.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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You’ve put me right off my breakfast now! *shudder*
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For a moment I thought you might be in Vegas- where the waiter’s leg may very well be on the menu! hehehehe
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