Blood and Water (The Hitchhiker)
Reaching out to touch it, the thrill of first contact still hasn't worn off. Adoring the skin before me, wondering at its chill silence, its whiteness under the slivered crescent moon, at the luminosity of sanguinary stains in that same silvery...
Anniversary
# # The woman stands at the crest of the hill. A chill, restless breeze throws her scent, rich and savory with a faint sweetness at the edges, against the hunter's nose, bringing an involuntary smile to his black lips. She would be statuesque in...
Filling the Emptiness
Immersed in the chill, granite breath of rain-soaked pavement, the hard oily bite of drenched asphalt, a confusing burst of blended aromas -- someone's garbage -- the short man pads downhill in the rain, ears laid back to keep the drops out, head down,...
Situs Inversus
Slick and shining the organs lie in their jewelbox, precious articles awaiting the caress of the ripper's tongue. Smashing through their protective skin-and-bone shell, he had become thoroughly soaked in red wetness, its warm saltiness prickling his...