Frog Legs

Did a short little entry for this weeks Flash Fiction Challenge.

Had to pick a word, so I went with Frog.  I'm in a weird mood this morning, so I went with what I went with.




I walked in on him while he was eating it. It was unpleasant, to say the least. I mean, you think he would have at least the decency to lock, or at least close, the door while eating such vile repast.

Yet no, there he was. Door open, brazen as could be; chewing away at his grisly feast. It was a sight to render a grown man speechless, or give a grown man a wish to be sightless. The sight of Jim Henson eating frog legs was too horrifying for me to even comprehend.