Psycho Killer

Flash Fiction

For https://substack.com/@shainaread

Heard of some gravesites off in the forest: a place where no one goes now. It is quiet then unlike the middle of the square. There is a thrum here that shakes my teeth till I want to run run away. There is water there that is pure to drink. Let the water carry you away.

There is a distance there where we could talk and do nasty pieces of work. There is a house that was burned down last year at 365º. We could play as the drones danced on the TV set. Taking that ride to nowhere. Qu’est-ce?

There’s a city down there and it’s wonderful and it’s growing day by day.