My wife and I are the market masters this year for our county’s farm market. I thought of this story idea while tending our booth this morning and fleshed it out in my head throughout the day. Strange inspiration from mundane things…

Exellent ficly. This story could go any where can practically see a larger universe of Finders and Rippers in this.

And many other types, as well. These were just the two relevant to this vignette. :)

I labored over it most of the day. It’s still not quite a tight and solid as I’d like, but at least it’s somewhat close. :)

Man, it’s been a long time since I’ve had the pleasure of reading a ficlet from you. You don’t disappoint – I must say, though, at times the object of "he"s can get a little mixed up.

Made a little adjustment to the second to last paragraph. Lemme know what you think.

Love the descriptions here. Definitely macabre and grotesque (good thing!). I had to reread to figure out that it was in fact the narrarator in side of the cage, but otherwise a great idea.

Hey, thanks! I made another tiny adjustment to indicate that it was his cage, so hopefully that helps with the clarity a bit.

Excellent. :)

See? This is what I love about places like this — the give-and-take of author-reader participation. I think it makes us all better writers. :)