Horace cracked his whip across the workers’ backs, and the factory belched still more dark smoke. “Faster! Faster! More cookies!”
Author: bryon
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.
Quotable 153
Do not be satisfied with the stories that come before you. Unfold your own myth.
– Rumi
haiku 265
flattened squirrel –
bushy tail
flits in the breeze
#quikfic 52
I put towels at every door and window, but despite my efforts the rising water from the new reservoir kept seeping into my home.
Quotable 152
Story-telling is an instinct to come to terms with mystery, chaos, mess.
– Graham Swift
haiku 264
tornado outbreak –
grilled cheese sandwich
while I watch
#quikfic 51
My dog kept me awake half the night with his barking. I don’t know why. It was the neighbors’ home that was broken into, not mine.
Quotable 151
If you want a happy ending, that depends, of course, on where you stop your story.
– Orson Welles
haiku 263
bookstore coffee
smells like something
a baby did