WARNING: GRAPHIC VIOLENCE:
Al, one of the sideshow midgets, didn't take kindly to bullying especially on the day he got engaged.
"Fred
saw to Old Pa. “Come along now, Pop. Let’s go to breakfast.” It was early;
they’d just be cooking it up, but Fred was hungry. Hungry and happy—a good way
to be.
They
were just having their eggs when Joe came traipsing by. “Did you hear what
happened?” Before another word passed out of his mouth, Fred felt his stomach
drop. “No, what happened?”
“Damndest
thing, Fred. A Dalton kid was sliced up last night. They found him in back of
Dalton’s Department Store. He was cut so badly, he didn’t have an ounce of
blood left in his body. Cut his dick off and everything.” Joe leaned over. “And
whoever did it shoved it in his mouth!”
Fred
didn’t let his face betray him. “Horrible! Do they know who did it?”
“Not
a clue. People like that ask for trouble sometimes though. I’ve always thought
that. How about you?”
Fred
replied with some kind of bullshit that sounded right.
“Dalton
never had much crime, sure is unusual. I wonder who did it.”
Fred
shrugged. “Never know what’s in people’s heads.”
“Sure
don’t.”
He
sought Al out as soon as he could. “Did
you?”
“Did
I do what?” Al asked with a smirk.
“Look,
you little fucker. You know what I mean.”
“Look
Al, don’t fuck this up for us. Don’t bring the law down on us, alright? We
finally have a good thing here.”
Al
started to sound off.
Fred
understood. “Yes, sure. I hate it too but you can’t kill off all the bastards.
There are too many of them!”
“Still,”
Al said. “That’s one bastard less.”
WARNING: ADULT HORROR-GRAPHIC VIOLENCE
AND LANGUAGE AND SEXUAL SCENES
"Riveting. Imaginative.
Chilling. Fantastical."
"Wonderful horror with a
side order of ribs."
"Never going to the circus
again!"
"True horror!"
"The circus you really
don't want to join."
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