"Small" writing challenges for my small writing talent. Hotel note pads are the only space allowed. Let's see if I can strip it down and tighten it up to learn something. Improving my skill of weird fiction.
The back door jingled open and cowboy boots walked in. “Ah! Mr. Smith! Good! Listen, we need twice as much this week!”
Mr. Smith smiled a gold molar framed with mutton chops, “That good?”
“Oh yes! Word is getting out about the steaks and poultry!”
Mr. Smith smiled again, “Well tell us how much you need and well get on a regular schedule.”
At Mr. Smith’s ranch, very few animals roamed. It was all large metal barns and security where the machines were in full swing. Glowing blue light yielded a huge sharp crackling flash inside with each large container inserted and spat out, handled by dark goggled technicians in a hurry. Their shipping labels were nearly two weeks apart from those being inserted, yet they traveled through in minutes.
The returning containers are opened, their contents processed to resemble what many restaurants have just begun clamoring for. They may eat fine steak and chicken but wouldn’t know the real source if it bit them. Through the portal, Ornithomimids and Hadrosaurs are the main money makers at this ranch, but Sauropod necks, from the world’s largest walking animal ever, generate the real delicacy.
(Author’s Notes) October 13th, 2015: Newark, NJ (192 words)
I fly to Kansas City tonight. I went to college around there and it has the best steak I ever ate. So, I wonder where it came from…