There was a constant drip from the dark branches above, creating a seeping puddle. A stray dog hurried over and began lapping. Leon stared at the dog, which turned its bloody snout towards him and growled before going back to furiously lapping the puddle. Leon peered up into the branches. A dark lump with something hanging. He inspected the tree trunk. Not too bad. Standing on the edge of a metal garbage can he grabbed the first branch. Just as he got a hold of it, the can slipped out from under him making a huge cacophony, startling the dog.

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Mynemer stood smoking a cigar just outside of the reception hall. A band played inside and people danced, everyone getting drunk in their wedding suits. Mynemer puffed away, lost in thought. He looked out at the row of expensive cars gleaming in the drive, listened to the sounds of frolicking relatives. A Saint Bernard came towards him across the lawn, a small, barrel-shaped container around its neck. Mynemer removed the barrel while the dog waited obediently. He slid a panel open and looked inside. There was a severed human hand and a fifty dollar bill. He took out the bill and noticed that scrawled on the back in lipstick was the word “David”. Continue reading →

The little skinhead came trudging up the beach in his steel-toed boots, smoking his last cigarette all the way down to the end. He had just made it to the boardwalk when a huge explosion knocked him of his feet. He woke up hours later, lying on the weather-beaten boards, a piece of shrapnel sticking out of the back of his head. He rolled over painfully and looked back toward the beach where a huge crater still smoked. He pulled some splinters out of his face and hands but when he took the metal shrapnel out of the back of his head it started gushing.

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