Don’t ask me where this week’s Friday flash (or Friday drabble, as it were) come from. I don’t know.
The adulterer’s brother gripped the axe tightly and chopped off his head. Blood sprayed and dripped down the sides of the polished tin tub they stood in.
The adulterer’s sisters took the body and cut off the proper parts to give the headsman: the feet, the ears and the throat.
The adulterer was cooked, most deliciously, in oil. Except for the bits that allowed him to commit his crime; those were flavored with mint and baked.
The village enjoyed the feast. Such well-salted meaty goodness did not come by every day.
The spirit watched and wished he had been discreet.