Lunch

On By granonineIn Friday Fictioneers
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

The four women, lifelong friends, met for their weekly lunch date. They chose “their” table, enjoying their usual comments about the orca and the shark above their heads. The heads had been there as long as they could remember. Kind of creeped them out at first, but now they were like old friends.

As usual, Sherry excused herself for the restroom. Cat joked about getting her that stuff they advertised on TV for her overactive bladder.

She was gone longer than usual, though, and finally Elle decided to go check on her.

“Perfect!” thought the orca. “Dessert!”

50 thoughts on “Lunch”

    1. Oh, I remember it well! I was in my teens then, and we weren’t supposed to watch it because it was too gruesome. Compared to what’s on the TV these days, it was just a walk in the park 🙂

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      3. I don’t remember the gory details, but you cannot expect a predator-driven creature to remain docile forever. God made them the way they were as part of His perfect plan and man , as usual, decided he had a smarter idea.

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  18. Great ending twist to a humorous fantasy story, Linda. I think anyone entering that restaurant is now considered fair game by those overhead fish. It sounds like a sorcerer may have visited there and made some changes. 🙂 — Suzanne

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  22. gahlearner

    That made me laugh out loud. I bet that orca waited for a long, long time until they were just right.
    BTW (referring to the discussion above) AFAIK there hasn’t been one single attack in the wild of orcas on humans. They eat mostly fish, some also hunt seals and dolphins and sometimes baby whales. The poor creatures in captivity can’t be held accountable, they are under permanent stress which will affect their behaviour.

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