A Dish Best Served Cold
"You have no idea how long I've waited for this opportunity," he said, moving closer cautiously, with a smirk on his face. "I've lain sleeplessly on filthy streets, grimy and hungry; all because I knew you were still alive. And now I'm here in front of you," he said brandishing a knife from his back pocket. He raised the knife in the air and brought it down hard, cutting right through the bloodied meat with vehement precision as everyone watched expectantly. He made the best sashimi the judge had ever tasted.
This post is a part of Lillie McFerrin's Five Sentence Fiction prompt. The word this week was "Waiting". Please click on the link to read more stories inspired by this prompt. Submissions Collection