Champagne and Caviar
Flash Fiction
Man is to be shot at dawn. His gaolers ask him to choose his last meal. He smiles.
_I’ve never tasted champagne or caviar, he says, I’m told it’s something to die for…
_Say no more, champagne and caviar it will be.
They bring him a full bottle of the best bubbly in a silver bucket of ice, and a generous portion of Beluga caviar in a Bohemian crystal bowl.
_I’m gonna make a pig of myself, thinks the condemned man. He eyes the caviar lasciviously, and puts a spoonful in his mouth. He immediately spits it out.
_Are you trying to poison me first, he asks indignantly. This stuff tastes like … tastes like …He is really upset. I’ll wash the taste off my mouth, he thinks, and takes a big gulp of champagne. His reaction is even worse than before.
_The stuff tastes like acid, he says, sputtering it all out on the face of his executioner.
