Heart, Flush, Receive

Brenda, deep into a bottle of red, watched Titanic. She wondered what time it was, cuing the cathedral’s clock to start striking midnight. Between the seventh and eighth sonorous tones, her phone played “I Wanna Hold Your Hand” - the ringtone for her soon-to-be-ex boyfriend.

She ignored it.

A minute later, he came in, flushed and abashed. “Found the spare key.”

“It’s late.”

He told her an incredible tale of horrendous luck, then poured out his heart asking for forgiveness for ruining Valentine’s.

She took pity on him and poured a glass of wine which he received gratefully.

Heart, Allocate, Stain

Ron watched the raw footage he’d shot with the owner of a slaughterhouse, hoping he could get enough good stuff to put into his documentary.

“How has this new way of eating, “Carnivore”, changed your business?”

“Frankly, not in the way you’d anticipate. It’s like the stain against organ meats have lifted.”

“Could you expand on that, please?”

“Pet food manufacturing has always been buyers of offal, including hearts, livers, all that. But now we’re having to allocate a much larger portion of that for human consumption. Prices are starting to rise. It’s surprising.”

Ron nodded - good stuff here.