Wednesday, 27 June 2012
Sunday, 24 June 2012
Friday, 22 June 2012
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.
Sunday, 17 June 2012
Friday, 1 June 2012
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."