There Lenny aways crouched, far, far away, hidden in the bushes, invisible to the naked eye, squinting through the scope as he adjusted his aim. Not to its fleshy parts 'cause it would ruin the meat, not to feet 'cause that would be plain sadistic, but nearby, somewhere harmless, like the ground. With a flash, a bang, the deer would jolt its head up, alert, eyes cracked open in fear... but only for a second, and it would flee from as invisible predator.
Leaping as fast as it can, it would snare itself into one on Nelly's traps - "webs of doom" she likes to call 'em. She liked pretending she was a black widow. Stung like 'em too. A flash of silver, knife through heart as it bucked like a headless chicken in a sack of yams, blood spills, dead a few seconds after. Cut the net, drag the damned deer out, and call AJ. "Get over here, you wimp."
Big guy - massive, in fact, like a bulldozer or something - crawls out of a pit in the ground or climbs down a tree, approaches deer cautiously. Dead? he whispers. Yes, she says fiercely. With a look of queasiness in his face, his massive cranes scoop up the bleeding thing, and he would run to the truck and dump it. He didn't like the scent of blood.
Home, I cook. Onions fried, flesh cleaned, kitchen all to myself. Soon, smoke escapes from the chimney, and everyone's drooling. Scent travels all over the cabin, and Lucy would come kiss me. She liked men who could cook. She readies the table - plates set, knives in order, no forks and no spoons 'cause no one would need 'em. We snarf it all like pigs. Even AJ. Him especially, 'cause he likes his meat well done.
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I tried. I hope there is enough showing here.
