going south –
in the far lane
dead fox
Tag: death
#quikfic 77
The day after his death, Stan lay on a lounge chair on the beach. His final request was to have a decent tan to take to his grave.
haiku 285
one last scratch
for the veterinarian –
a fighter to the end
November 1998 – October 11, 2013
#quikfic 67
Jana’s new boyfriend said that he was the Son of God. She thought a simple test was in order. Three days later, he was still dead.
#quikfic 60
After killing all but one of my enemies, there was a single bullet left. Now I had to decide whether he would get it, or I would.
Fiction: Corpses
First, Stephanie killed Grant, which he hadn’t been expecting. Then Loren killed Stephanie, which she hadn’t been expecting.
Now Loren had two dead bodies on his hands, which he had been expecting, but he still had no idea how to proceed. That part of the plan had never coalesced in Loren’s mind.
All the shooting had taken place in Loren’s cabin in the woods, so there were no witnesses and no concerned neighbors to call the police. There was simply the matter of the two corpses bleeding on the thick rug that protected the hardwood floor.
Spring had loosened winter’s grip on the soil, but Loren’s back began to ache as he thought of all the trouble it would be to dig graves, or even a grave. That sort of manual labor just wasn’t normal. Nor did he know how to use a backhoe even if he had had access to one.
He also lacked a vat of acid in which to dissolve his victims. The nearest river was miles away over rough terrain, and drought had turned it into more of a creek than an actual hide-the-body-in-the-depths river.
#quikfic 48
“You want my body?” she asked. “God, yes!” he said. “Good. I want yours.” She drew her gun and fired. “At the bottom of a lake.”
haiku 258
veterinarian’s –
she leaves
with a box and tears
Quotable 123
A writer who waits for ideal conditions under which to work will die without putting a word on paper.
– E. B. White
Fiction: ‘If You Really Want One’
“Isn’t this damn line ever going to move?”
“No, Erik, it isn’t,” Lee said. “This is hell, and we’ll be standing here for all eternity. Just to annoy you.”
“I believe it,” Erik said.
“Erik,” Bobby said, “I know we dragged you here against your will, but try to have just the tiniest bit of fun, huh?”
“Yeah, try not to make us wish we were dead, too,” Arthur pleaded.
“I’m told that the dead have very few problems.”
His friends sighed; Erik the Grim had spoken.
Through the tightly packed mass of people thronging the state fair, Erik brightened suddenly as he spotted an old man holding a fresh caramel apple by its stick.