Eyes
The little girl’s terrified eyes watched him through icy tendrils of mist. He closed the freezer door and, for a time, put her out of his mind.
The Temporary Surgeon
The scalpel slid smoothly into the eyeball causing a trickle of fluid to run down the cheek. Next would be the nose, then the ears, the genitals and finally the throat – but first he had to adjust the mirror as it was hard to see what he was doing through his remaining good eye.
The Third Appendage
I had my assailant by both wrists. It seemed I had the upper hand…until something – something thin, rubbery… tentacle-like? – snaked out the collar of his shirt and began inching slowly toward my face.
Awakening
I opened my eyes and found myself looking up at the ceiling from some sort of cold metal table. I sensed there were things I should do but right now all that mattered was the hunger…
Scratches
John glances at the repetitively scratched guardrails fencing in the bed and wonders what terrorized them. The doctor simply whispers the phrase “no anaesthesia,” while wiping the saw.
Waterborn
On opposite sides of the boat, in that same breath, the twins both cried out. One filled with laughter and the other, filling with water.
French Fries
The cashier handed the man his fries, watching calmly as the customer dug into his deep-fried indulgence. As the man bit into a particularly juicy fry, a scream came from the kitchen, “I’ve lost my finger!
Swim?
The water of the lake was smooth,blue,glassy and warm as it reflected the green mountains surrounding it.Billy hung from his Grandfather’s vice like grip over the edge of the boat,the familiar but stern voice echoing in his head “Sink or Swim little buddy.”
Sniper
I saw the sniper’s muzzle flash a kilometer off, but the bullet moved faster than me. I only had time enough to think, “I shouldn’t have come to Afghanistan.”
All Alone
The last human on earth sat in his kitchen, contemplating life. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, there was a knock at the door…
Suppertime!!
Donna was quite pleased with how dinner turned out.
Her guests had eaten the evidence.
Temp Job
I didn’t realize that I’d given myself that many paper cuts while filing today.
And then tonight I put on some hand sanitizer.
Petty literary crimes
Gloved hands tightened around his windpipe and red darkness flooded his vision. Then came the whisper, warm against his ear, “there was no need to give my stories only one star.”
Whispers
I broke into the old building’s basement to get out of the cold in and rain; a voice in the dark whispered “Get out.”
And I hissed back, “Make me.”
The Last Day
Then one day, the sun didn’t rise. Nor the next, nor the next, nor the next…
Vermin
In Gabriel’s room there are dusty dark things lurking in the shadows, waiting for his mum to turn out the light. When the door closes they slink towards the bed, scurry up the legs and wriggle all over their giggling plaything
Davy Jones’ Locker
Down into the dark depths I swam, past wrecks filled with beckoning devils and lonely old ghosts, till I felt my lungs burn and my eardrums burst. I ignored the pain and reached towards the door, guided by the streaks of light that shone through its cracks.
Suicide Menu
Well, it wasn’t dinner at the Waldorf, but it was fine:
As far as last meals go, a 40 ounce beer, a bottle of barbiturates , maple spread on toast and a big bag of weed’s not all that bad.