Cold Storage

When Marcus had followed his uncle into the business of butchery, taking a small job in the shop, he thought he was prepared for the reality of the job: the blood, the smell, the mess.

The day Mackie had walked into the shop, he’d known he was wrong.

“We have another one for you to hide,” the scar-faced man had told his uncle, “if you got room in the freezer.”

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This is for Three Line Tales. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and Cathal Mac an Bheatha for providing the prompt photo!