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The Mincemeat Fic

Chapter 4

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Dan rummaged through the cupboards in the kitchen. And, to his surprise, he discovered a small meat grinder. If he did a little more chopping himself, it would be perfect.
He had already taken out some of the flesh to defrost. He wasn't planning on using any organs just in case they had a unique taste, but he was almost certain that regular muscle and fat tissue would be safe.
Dan had called his grandma asking if she could use some help with her shop. He'd said that he had some really high quality meat that would have her selling out in no time.
He planned on grinding some of the meat for himself, and then the rest for her. He separated the organs and the flesh and got to work, chopping them into pieces that were easier to work with.
It took a little energy, and his hand was getting tired, but it wasn't all that difficult. He placed a plastic food container at the other end of the meat grinder to catch the mince. He started with the organs, grinding up Phil's stomach and small intestine. He decided to save the large intestine as it was. Then he processed a significant proportion of the muscle and fat tissue from Phil's arms, legs and abdomen, making sure everything was in the correct container.
He quickly placed the organ mince into the freezer, a shelf above the mince he was going to give his grandmother to ensure there were no mix-ups.

Using public transport was risky. Dan knew that everything would be fine as long as the ice blocks inside the cool bag didn't get warm, but his intuition told him this wouldn't go well.
How could you tell if someone was in possession of human meat? Nobody could smell it because it was sealed tightly away in his cool bag to keep it fresh, but what if there were animals around? If someone nearby had a pet dog and it started acting up, he'd be the first one under suspicion considering he was carrying a large bag around with him.
He got off the train and walked out of the station as quickly as he could. His grandmother's shop was only across the road.
She was always happy to see him. She loved him tremendously, and Dan gave a small, internal chuckle at the thought of her obliviousness to his terrible deed.

Of course, she trusted him completely. Dan had proven himself to be a good boy all of his life, and now, of course, his grandmother assumed he was a good young man too. Little did she know he was a murderer and a cannibal who showed no remorse after killing his friend and no disgust towards the idea of eating another human being.
His grandmother had a smile on her sweet face as she waved him goodbye. Dan waved back, and his mind raced with possibilities of the outcome of what he'd just done. What if she really did make more sales? What if the customers said they'd suddenly noticed an improvement in the products? Wouldn't that reveal something truly sickening about the nature of humanity?
He stood around waiting for his train. He reached inside his coat pocket and pulled out a small piece of thick paper. It was a little photo of his friend Phil.
It felt so odd, to actually be viewing the face of someone who was alive not too long ago but would never be seen again. Even without any photos, Dan remembered Phil's face perfectly, as clear as glass. It would gradually fade, but he still had the photos.
Then he almost slapped himself in the face. What am I doing? he thought. You don't really miss him, do you?