Table of Terror

Table of Terror
By Scott Wilson
Word Count: 196

The table was immaculately set for twelve. Hand painted china, Waterford glasses, and sterling silver. Everything was ready for a big blast despite the careful preparations there was still one problem...only ten corpses sat around the table.

Lou counted the rotting bodies again, this time he remembered to include himself; he’d be sitting at the head of the table hosting the macabre meal.

“I need another guest,” he said as he paced the length of the immense dining room.
The doorbell rang.

“Just a minute!” Lou yelled. He closed the great double doors and rushed to the front door.

“Good evening sir,” the man at the door said politely. “I’m from Roy Morgan Research. We’re conducting random interviews about crime and safety in this suburb. Can you spare me twenty or so minutes?”

Lou smiled and beckoned the man into the hallway.

“I certainly can spare you all the time you need. By the way, would you like to stay for dinner? I have a spare seat at my dinner party later this evening?”

THE END