Tendrils Of Memory Threshed Off the Bone

[Robert Crisman]

And when he shredded the meat off the bones, and scattered the bones, he felt complete in the moment. And it wasn't a matter of just having eaten.

He picked up an arm bone and licked and nibbled a tendril of flesh, then laughed and lay the bone in the dirt almost gently.

He peered into distance and made out a figure enshadowed by trees. His talons tugged him away from the bones toward the shadow.

He remembered the night of the fires, the killers on horseback, the shrieks and the screams, and the hacking, the gutting, the rivers of blood, and bone piled on ground as men filed in line for their share...

[Angela]

Must agree with Other regarding the ever present beast.  Five work.

[Paul de Denus]

I sat down with a plate of wet barbeque chicken wings when I read this- I didn't finish (the plate that is)- delicious description

[Ron. Lavalette]

Ickyliscious. Perfect.