OFF THE TOURIST TRAIL
Bradley sat in the boat, congratulating himself for his adventurous decision.
“Welcome!” Sami led Bradley off the beach. “Hungry?” Sami gave him some meat.
“What is this?”
“We breed special pigs.”
… … …
Bradley woke disoriented. He could hear muffled thuds and wandered towards the sounds.
Whispers, whimpers and a stink of blood and fear. The machete glinted as it sliced through the pale limbs.
Women tossed portions into a bubbling pot. Bradley vomited.
Up in the coconut palm Sami got on his phone. “Send more tourists – we only have one left.”
I hope you enjoyed this story and I look forward to your comments.
I will be away vagabonding in June. See you when I return in July.
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