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Foo Short StoryOne day a lovely black lab named Punk was roaming around town. She paused outside the Puppy Boutique store, but then remembered that her owner, Natalie, said that little Punk had already gotten would be bought for her this month. She let out a little sigh, then rushed off to get home, because if Natalie got there fist and noticed a certain missing puppy, she would be in trouble. Her excitement to get home blinded her from the open pothole only a few feet ahead of her.
She began thinking about what would happen when Natalie met her at home. Love and treats for her and the fellow puppies who shared her home, certainly. A bit off saliva started to come to her tongue, but before she could control her hunger for the treats, she found her hind paw on a corner, and her front paws in the air.
Before she could cling to the road, she found herself falling into the manhole. Terrified of the sewers below, she closed her little eyes. When she felt the pads of her paws hit the cold, damp concrete, s
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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