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The Friendly Neighborhood Butcher

Adesanya's Cheap Scares Book 1

Reuben is one of those guys that everyone seems to know in a small town. He has a kind smile, a good disposition, and a way of handling his meat. You see, Reuben is the local butcher for the town of Pebble Creek – a place that feels right out of a much simpler time.


Reuben is also broken-hearted, as he has mourned the loss of his beloved Katia ever since the day she left him for her wealthy employer. Yet, things begin to look up for the butcher as an opportunity presents itself that may allow Reuben to fulfill a large meat order while extracting his revenge at the same time.


Delve in to the deliciousness of this eerie short tale of love, betrayal, and revenge that will have your mouth watering for more. This fantastic read is book 1 in the Adesanya's Cheap Scares series - quality scares, cheap!

Published August, 2019

2nd Edition




“Excuse me!” a haughty, self-important voice called rudely to get Reuben's attention.

Reuben realized he'd been woolgathering. He straightened the arms that he’d subconsciously folded and turned to the owner of the voice.

After looking at the man's dark hair and light blue eyes for a second, he asked, “May I help you, sir?”

“I'm having a housewarming barbecue.” The man spoke imperiously, as if to an inferior. “I need ten pounds of beef, ten pounds of pork, and ten pounds of chicken.”

For a moment, Reuben waited patiently for the man to elaborate. When it became obvious that he wasn't going to, he prompted, “What kind?”

The man stared at him as if he were stupid. “Beef, pork and chicken,” he said with angst in his tone.

Reuben paused again before asking, “What cuts?” Then, he decided it would help if he elaborated. “You want t-bones or rib-eyes? Ribs or chops? Breasts or thighs?”

Still, he got a blank stare. The man shrugged. “I don't know.” He sounded annoyed at the question… or the options. “Usually the cook buys all of this, but my wife wanted to come down early and get ahead of the staff. She wants to throw this… party to show we know our common roots, or something like that.” He looked at Reuben with raised eyebrows. “You’re the butcher,” he informed him. “You tell me what I need, as long as it comes out to ten pounds of beef, ten pounds of chicken and ten pounds of pork.”

Reuben suppressed a sigh. The man in front of him was wearing what were obviously top of the line jeans and shirt. Trying to look poor, when he really wasn't. Slumming it until his staff caught up with him.

“When is the barbecue?” he asked.

“Tomorrow afternoon,” the man said dismissively. “My wife wanted me to get all the meat this afternoon, so she can do whatever she plans to do with it by morning.” He shook his head and lowered his voice. “She was a cook a long time ago, before I married her.” He added this last with a tone of uppity entitlement in his voice.

Reuben nodded. “I tell you what,” he made his voice extra friendly. “I'll get your order together. You come back here around ten-thirty tonight. It'll be ready.”

The customer frowned. “Why is it going to take that long?” he demanded to know.

With a shrug, Reuben lied. “I have three other large orders ahead of yours. As it is, I will have to work past closing to get to your order.”

The man continued to frown. Reuben could tell that he didn't like the idea. Not one bit. But what other choice did he have? He was the only butcher within twenty miles.

“Fine!” he snapped. “I'll be back at ten-thirty.” His voice reminded Reuben of an employer that was being delay by his employee.

“Yes, sir,” Reuben responded with a smile. “It'll be ready for you at ten-thirty.”

He watched the man leave the market and whispered to himself. “I'll be ready for you at ten-thirty, motherfucker.”