Monster

The harder I struggle the more the ropes seem to tighten, and yet I have to. After what seems like hours the chafing on my wrists has delivered rivulets of scarlet blood which I can feel making their way down my hands to my fingertips where the warm thick liquid drips in heavy drops to the gnarled roots of this old tree.

Dark Thoughts – Breakfast and Act of Ommision

It made my every hair stand on end to listen to him babble on and on about this sport event and that. He never looked up, made eye contact. I made eye contact only with the endless rivulet of bacon grease running down the side of his ruddy, flabby cheek. He reeked of sleep on a hot summer’s night. He would reek worse tonight. I’d stopped suggesting showers to him, he would bark what an unnecessary use of water it was, and he smelled fine. I concluded he’d lost his sense of smell long ago. He choked on the slice of bacon his stubby fingers were stuffing into his still speaking mouth.