[ WP ] We are all the protagonists of our own stories , but every once in a while a message arrives for you and tells you that your genre has changed . Yours has just changed from 'slice of life ' to ... ?

[ Beep beep ] went the phone. Who could that be? 
 
 I paused from the dismembering of my most recent victim, stabbing the knife squarely in the torso where it wobbled until it came to a rest. 
 
 Then I removed both of my gloves, and added them to the'trash' bag I keep for this sort of work. I've got plenty more where they came from... 
 
 Un-flipping my phone I immediately see the text message. It's from Genre... here we go again... 
 
 Hmm... this is going to be... interesting... 
 
 Closing the phone, I start to think about my next move. Pondering choices, I think for a good 5 minutes before coming up with the right plan of action. 
 
 Back to the body, placing on some new gloves, I start to work. With the knife I start to peeling back the rip and that gives me great access to the heart, which I remove and place to one side. 
 
 Then I extract the liver and kidneys. This takes some time, but it'll be worth the effort. 
 
 I then wipe down the knife and place in the black holder it normally belongs in, and pick up the body parts I had removed and carefully, reverently carry them into another room. 
 
 There, I place on the counter on the side. Now to the shelves... turmeric... cumin seeds... chilli powder. Fantastic. Next, the fridge... it opens with a bright light and I see plenty of fresh tomatoes. 
 
 Right, everyone, it's time for my version of MasterChef!
