Ambush in Arizona
The wagon was on its side, one wheel snapped from its axis. Open cases, bags and clothing were strewn over the hard flat sand for several yards. Two bodies lay prone on the bare ground.
The wagon was on its side, one wheel snapped from its axis. Open cases, bags and clothing were strewn over the hard flat sand for several yards. Two bodies lay prone on the bare ground.
It was night-time when we set off. I awoke as Dad carried me, blanket and all down the stairs. I heard the familiar creak of the floorboard as we reached the hallway, saw my suitcase still waiting by the door, snuggled into him as he stepped out into the cool night air.
She stood with a pile of his clothes at her feet, the last reminder of their life together. She would not rest until every last remnant was extinguished.
I take his lead. It’s dirty and smelly and still covered in fur. I don’t put it around his neck or lengthen it. It's folded in four, nestled in my hand.
How to dispose of it? I’m not squeamish. Obviously. I killed him. I've thought about chopping him up but the logistics are something awful. Blood splatters everywhere. There’s not enough bleach in the world to get that kind of stain out.
Her left knee was creaky and sore, the new running shoes still stiff, but she liked the feel of the rubber cleats biting into the earth and the color: red.
“Cake for breakfast?” Izzy frowned, still in her nightie, looking at the kitchen table. It was laid with a cake; a rich triple layered cream covered affair, three plates, fake champagne and coffee.
Monday “Daddy, can we go to the circus?” “Eat your cereal Lucy. Mrs Brown will be here shortly.” “Can we though?”