“That’s today’s special?” he balked, “damn you man, I’m going cold turkey on turkey after this.”
“But my meats are fresh,” the butcher argued with the health inspector, ignoring the obvious pile of refuse.
“Perhaps! But the grime on your chopping boards and the blood splattered on your walls sure isn’t!”
Written for Sonya’s Three Line Tales in response to photo prompt by Cathal Mac an Bheatha via Unsplash