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Authors: Alfy Dade
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the edge of his well ground metal
instrument. He was careful with his cuts, and precise too. The
blade went only where he wanted it to. The slim steel sliced
through her soft skin with grace. He made sure of it, he didn't
much like the sound of skin being cut, and he didn't much like the
dreadful metal smell of blood, or the glaze it left behind, that
horrible glaze, almost as if the slab of meat in front of him was
no human at all, but instead a black mass' main course. At least he
was nearly done. He neared nausea, sickened by the sight and smell
of her claret-stained body. He had a/c, but on a day as hot as this
it was no more effective than an exhausted frond waving slave.
Salty sweat dripped from his brow straight into her splayed
ribcage. It had been a hard job, but he was done, and so was
she.
He looked
down at the chopped up cadaver and listened to the bleating sine
wave alarm. He smiled. He tried to keep her alive for as long as he
could, he'd tried the same with all of them, but this one hadn't
been that lively to begin with; no screaming, no pleading, nor even
slight begging. Just dead resignation. It didn’t matter, soon she
would be left as all the others had been; soon she would be nothing
more than a collection of black garbage bags on the I95, or, maybe,
just this once, she would be interred. He just hoped the vultures
would stay away. Last time he had nearly been caught when they'd
torn into the bags mere minutes after he dumped them. As he pinned
her picture on the wall, next to the rest, he wondered who #25
would be.
Just then a
fly landed upon her red glazed bosom, enthralled by the unmoving
feast.
25 – Advance
Green
He missed it.
Damn, damn, damn. DAMN it all to hell! He would have to wait until
the light turned green again, but he couldn't be bothered. He had
somewhere to go. He had somewhere to be. He wasn't just driving
around aimlessly, he wasn't just another schmoe.
It didn't matter, the light
didn't listen.
“ Tick, tock. Tick, tock,” went his
turn signal. Patiently he sat and waited, wondering when it would
be his turn. He was tired of it, he was too important for this.
He'd already waited at other lights already, this was
unacceptable.
It didn't matter, the light
didn't listen.
“ Tick, tock. Tick, tock,” went his
turn signal. He felt his blood race ever faster through his veins.
He tried to be patient, but this was just too much. What the fuck
was the soccer mom in front of him even fucking
doing ‽ S he could have gone, what a dumb
cunt!
It didn't matter, the light
didn't listen.
He got
angrier and angrier. Tick tock went the turn signal. Tick tock went
his heart. Suddenly he could not feel it anymore, as the signals
ticked the time away his heart was still. He tried to breathe but
no air came out. He tried to shout but no sound came out. He could
only liberate an anguished moan from deep within. He clutched at
his chest as pain shot through his left arm. Like a crazed gorilla,
he beat there where he thought his heart might be with his fist,
hoping to rouse it from its peaceless slumber.
It didn't
matter, his heart wouldn't listen.
26 – One More
Try
Finally, it
happened for them. They'd been at it for so long and tried so hard.
They had almost given up all hope. Not even the doctors with their
mellifluous but useless news could help. Thankfully they never
stopped. Now they were pregnant. They'd tried for 6 long years.
They'd tried everything, yet nothing had worked. They'd been at it
like rabbits, to no avail. Not even turkey basters or Petri dishes
worked, but this time, it was certain. They had never been happier,
now they would be parents, they would leave a legacy. They would
not die alone, no matter what they'd at least have a child to call
their own. He caressed her noticeable belly and whispered to his
new daughter as she floated still-ly inside.
Warmth upon
her thigh.
What ‽
No!
Please
no...
she
knew,
her eyes
shut. She knew what was happening, but could
instrument. He was careful with his cuts, and precise too. The
blade went only where he wanted it to. The slim steel sliced
through her soft skin with grace. He made sure of it, he didn't
much like the sound of skin being cut, and he didn't much like the
dreadful metal smell of blood, or the glaze it left behind, that
horrible glaze, almost as if the slab of meat in front of him was
no human at all, but instead a black mass' main course. At least he
was nearly done. He neared nausea, sickened by the sight and smell
of her claret-stained body. He had a/c, but on a day as hot as this
it was no more effective than an exhausted frond waving slave.
Salty sweat dripped from his brow straight into her splayed
ribcage. It had been a hard job, but he was done, and so was
she.
He looked
down at the chopped up cadaver and listened to the bleating sine
wave alarm. He smiled. He tried to keep her alive for as long as he
could, he'd tried the same with all of them, but this one hadn't
been that lively to begin with; no screaming, no pleading, nor even
slight begging. Just dead resignation. It didn’t matter, soon she
would be left as all the others had been; soon she would be nothing
more than a collection of black garbage bags on the I95, or, maybe,
just this once, she would be interred. He just hoped the vultures
would stay away. Last time he had nearly been caught when they'd
torn into the bags mere minutes after he dumped them. As he pinned
her picture on the wall, next to the rest, he wondered who #25
would be.
Just then a
fly landed upon her red glazed bosom, enthralled by the unmoving
feast.
25 – Advance
Green
He missed it.
Damn, damn, damn. DAMN it all to hell! He would have to wait until
the light turned green again, but he couldn't be bothered. He had
somewhere to go. He had somewhere to be. He wasn't just driving
around aimlessly, he wasn't just another schmoe.
It didn't matter, the light
didn't listen.
“ Tick, tock. Tick, tock,” went his
turn signal. Patiently he sat and waited, wondering when it would
be his turn. He was tired of it, he was too important for this.
He'd already waited at other lights already, this was
unacceptable.
It didn't matter, the light
didn't listen.
“ Tick, tock. Tick, tock,” went his
turn signal. He felt his blood race ever faster through his veins.
He tried to be patient, but this was just too much. What the fuck
was the soccer mom in front of him even fucking
doing ‽ S he could have gone, what a dumb
cunt!
It didn't matter, the light
didn't listen.
He got
angrier and angrier. Tick tock went the turn signal. Tick tock went
his heart. Suddenly he could not feel it anymore, as the signals
ticked the time away his heart was still. He tried to breathe but
no air came out. He tried to shout but no sound came out. He could
only liberate an anguished moan from deep within. He clutched at
his chest as pain shot through his left arm. Like a crazed gorilla,
he beat there where he thought his heart might be with his fist,
hoping to rouse it from its peaceless slumber.
It didn't
matter, his heart wouldn't listen.
26 – One More
Try
Finally, it
happened for them. They'd been at it for so long and tried so hard.
They had almost given up all hope. Not even the doctors with their
mellifluous but useless news could help. Thankfully they never
stopped. Now they were pregnant. They'd tried for 6 long years.
They'd tried everything, yet nothing had worked. They'd been at it
like rabbits, to no avail. Not even turkey basters or Petri dishes
worked, but this time, it was certain. They had never been happier,
now they would be parents, they would leave a legacy. They would
not die alone, no matter what they'd at least have a child to call
their own. He caressed her noticeable belly and whispered to his
new daughter as she floated still-ly inside.
Warmth upon
her thigh.
What ‽
No!
Please
no...
she
knew,
her eyes
shut. She knew what was happening, but could
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