Mark sat with his guide, Gondo, on the isle of Butanga. Jamie’s Restaurant advertised the freshest food anywhere.
Seagulls flocked in huge numbers above.
Servers provided a small grill and curious-looking tools. They opened up a complex of nets leading to woven funnels at each table. Inside the funnel they placed french fries.
Mark reached for the fries.
“That’s not for us,” said Gondo.
“What are we eating?”
“It will come,” grinned Gondo.
Soon a seagull, drawn by the fries, tumbled down the funnel.
Gondo reached in, snapped the squawking bird’s neck, and said, “At last. Our meal is served!”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2018/01/03/5-january-2018/