My wedding ring disappeared completely. I must have taken it off and set it down but I’ve looked on every surface. It’s not in the bathroom. Sometimes I put it on the ceramic fox’s ear. It’s not there though. Not out here. I mean I have looked everywhere. It’s like someone took it but how could anyone get in here? We’re on the 44th floor. I mean it’s just a guy’s wedding ring- who would want it? It’s not worth that much except it has some writing on it- the latitude and longitude where we got married- in the middle of the Pacific on a lifeboat.

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In the tall grasses white shrouds wrapped the corpses. The winding sheets were stained with expanding drops of blood. There were about ten of them on the median beside the highway. A tiny naked devil hopped around with his little pitchfork, poking them. He discovered one that twitched when he poked it. It curled like an insect trying to get out of a cocoon. He pulled back the lace veil and saw a pale girl’s face, eyes closed.

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A row of carrots had been planted, their round orange tops just sticking out of the dirt, their greenery sprouting out of them almost like hair. Melina dropped the tarot cards and death landed among the carrots. The card was old and bent but the eyes of the skeleton depicted still stared mercilessly. Melina’s hand fell onto the green carrot sprigs, bending them, as her blood spread and soaked into the dirt. The killer went and sat on the hammock, cleaning under his fingernails with his knife-blade as he rocked back and forth. Continue reading →