Wordless Wednesday

I thought I'd missed this little fella, he flew past and stopped in the shade - I pointed and clicked in pure hope I'd catch him!

Silent Sunday

Place Order Here

Orders were slow in coming.

One customer grunted: "Fast food?" pointing disdainfully at a skinny piece of rump. The Server grabbed it by the hair and swung the bloody axe; the human girl's scream joined others as she fell, dismembered, from the hook.

The fire flared impatiently, anticipating the flesh to make its being worthwhile.

Silent Sunday

Silent Sunday

Waiting

He slams down the mobile phone; the table shudders.
He yells: "Taking the piss!"
He mutters: "Sort the car ..sort the route ...stay ...no thanks, never any thanks ..."
He stares at the cowering figures of the bank manager's wife and daughter.
He frowns at his gloved hands: musn't leave traces.
"Maybe I'll sort them too."