Eric Valois hadn’t seen or heard from the man in over a month. Truth was he’d felt uneasy about selling one of his young truffle pigs to someone he didn’t know, but the man’s enthusiasm and confidence had helped to put Eric’s mind at ease – as did the price he received.
Approaching the mist-covered cabin all seemed quiet; no light shone from beyond the closed curtains. Suddenly, from out of the cabin door a familiar pink and black spotted beast rumbled towards Eric. In the pig’s mouth what looked like a ripped, bloody sleeve.
‘Mon Dieu!’ cried Eric, as he hurried to load his rifle.
These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge