The cats all had wings and flew from tree to tree following Meg and Gettle. The old women tried to ignore them but Meg finally had enough and spun around, glaring up at the winged animals. They landed on various branches above, staring down. “Stop following me!” Meg shouted up at the cats, her voice weak with age but still commanded by a powerful spirit. The cats stared, their yellow eyes gleaming in their dark faces. Gettle took hold of Meg’s bony arm, “Don’t make them mad.” She whispered.

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There was a constant drip from the dark branches above, creating a seeping puddle. A stray dog hurried over and began lapping. Leon stared at the dog, which turned its bloody snout towards him and growled before going back to furiously lapping the puddle. Leon peered up into the branches. A dark lump with something hanging. He inspected the tree trunk. Not too bad. Standing on the edge of a metal garbage can he grabbed the first branch. Just as he got a hold of it, the can slipped out from under him making a huge cacophony, startling the dog.

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Mynemer stood smoking a cigar just outside of the reception hall. A band played inside and people danced, everyone getting drunk in their wedding suits. Mynemer puffed away, lost in thought. He looked out at the row of expensive cars gleaming in the drive, listened to the sounds of frolicking relatives. A Saint Bernard came towards him across the lawn, a small, barrel-shaped container around its neck. Mynemer removed the barrel while the dog waited obediently. He slid a panel open and looked inside. There was a severed human hand and a fifty dollar bill. He took out the bill and noticed that scrawled on the back in lipstick was the word “David”. Continue reading →