The challenge: Write a flash fiction piece, under 100 words, with the theme “Glass jars”.
He aligned the glass jars, checking the contents of each was still fresh. It would not do to make his favourite pie with ingredients that were anything but. As he opened one of the jars, the object inside squelched and gave off a foul odor. He recoiled, tossing the jar away with disgust. The doorbell sounded – no doubt the courier with his new knucklebones.
He looked from the remaining jars to the recipe; it would not do the pie justice to prepare it one item short. He needed another heart. Picking up a knife, he turned to the door.
C. A. Harland 