Irina watched the young, handsome man returning to her–his powerful stride, his lean, fresh body with its smell of smoked ham. He was a good choice; he even came with his own truck. Of course, she would have to change the plates after she devoured him.
*Spells! What is wrong with me these days? Get your head out of the gutter, guy!
*This was written as a response to the Three Line Tales Week 56 photo prompt.