Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for all her work and organization. You can visit her site and read through the other Flash Fiction postings at:
https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/09/23/25-september-2015/
For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction.
Come, have a taste.
Here’s my contribution:
Beggars Can’t Be Choosers
Those casual words, said as if rehearsed, spat so naturally. I looked up and watched your jowls quiver. As you belittled me you didn’t realize I was taking note of your face, the cut of your suit, the watch on your wrist, the click of your heels, your scent.
Later, your address.
You could have just dropped your coins into my cup, but no, you seasoned with insult. So now, as I pull up this string secured to your meaty hand and scoop up some beautiful blue-claws for dinner I chuckle as I think, ‘Does it taste just like chicken?’
jKb
The Bradley Chronicles 
Oh – that was taking revenge further than I liked.. But you can’t be picky with your food when you’re a beggar.
I think he might taste a lot better with a little salt. Chilling story!
People better watch what they say with that guy. Definitely a macabre tale.
He’s going to need a huge roasting tin.
Good piece.
Oh, how I like your stories.
Sadistically good 😉
Eeeekkk …. I’m speechless. Eerrie !!!
Isadora 😎
Yuck! A well written nasty little story!
Be careful where you throw your insults, they come back around in a whole other form! Excellent!
It costs nothing to be nice…
Well done – a brutal, dark twist there at the end. Very enjoyable.
KT
I think I just lost my appetite.
Be careful with your insults, they may come back to bite you. And in your story, literally. This is a nasty character, I like the story a lot.
quite a macabre tale…great lines…