Posted on October 10, 2008 at 9:27am
The serial killer brushed the sleeve of my coat as we passed each other in the middle of the intersection. How did I know it was him?
, you may ask. I could smell the future of many innocent lives scattered in the wake of his self indulgence. I had visions - electric - of devastation, destruction, and, death. Word upon word upon word lay spread-eagled, supine and prone, never to inform, nor entertain again. Lines and lines of them lay parallel, blackened, stiff, lifeless on the page -… Continue