Operation Butterball

Chapter 1. grind.

An alarm was sounding. Lou Anne quickly closed her Pinterest account, with a feeling of dread and guilt, the image of an elderly toothless cat seared into her brain.

Scrambling to find her keys and the orthopedic shoes she had kicked off under her desk, Lou trip-stumbled, ran, out of her second story office, hitting her hip on the corner of a filing cabinet on her way out.

The hallway was abuzz and congested with white-masked and cloaked employees. Most were leaning over the railing, strewn along the hallway like aghast marshmallows.

Something was wrong.

It was obvious.

Tina Toto was smirking against the beige inner-walls of the building, a slow-building grin on her face.

Something must be terribly wrong. Very wrong. The worst kind of wrong. Tina Toto only smiled when the evil entity that burrowed inside her asshole at age 13, wanted to torture the lively angelic being named Lou Anne Duncan.

"Hey Ditch, looks like Rhonda's hurt herself again", Toto drawled.

Ditch was Lou Anne's maiden name. 'Ditch the bitch' was what Tina Toto had called her in high school when Charles, her ex, had been sleeping with Tina on the side.

There wasn't time to ruminate on this however, because Lou Anne felt her stomach turn as she reached the railing and looked over the edge onto the floor of the meat-grinding department.

All 200 lbs of Rhonda Allison lay crumpled on the floor, minus the 3 lbs of her right hand, which was surreptitiously caught in a turkey meat grinder.