Pre-‘ramble’ – So far I have received a number of great ideas for titles but once in a while comes along that just resonates with you. I don’t know why this title resonated with me but it did and I couldn’t wait to get a story down for it.
“Sssh. They’ll be here in a minute.”
Bob gave Jack a suspicious sideways glance, “Who’ll be here? Thought this was just a football and beer night.”
“Sssh. You’ll annoy them.” Jack whispered.
Bob was ready to explode, he didn’t do surprises. “For fuck sake Jack what’s going on?”
Jack got to his feet, “Please be quiet, they won’t be happy. You must shut up now!”
“Mate you’re not funny. Just wanted to watch the game but whatever shit you’ve taken has put a stop to that. I’m outta here.”
“I warned you.” breathed Jack.
As Bob started to stand Jack wrapped a belt around his neck, he then quickly moved behind the sofa. He pulled hard forcing Bob back onto the seat, the belt dug deep into his throat.
“I’m sorry.” wept Jack. “I told you to be quiet, but you wouldn’t listen.” Within minutes his friend was dead.
Jack stood up, wiped his tears, and moved forward to admire his work.
Bob was slumped on his side. Jack knelt down resting his head on him and opened his mouth, “It’s ok, he’ll behave for you now.”
Hundreds of tiny men ran out of his mouth, all were burning with rage. They ran all over Bob, stripping his clothes off as they went, before devouring the warm human flesh.
When they’d finished all that was left of Bob was his skeleton. No blood. No skin. No heart. Jack then opened his mouth and they all popped back in.
Jack knew what to do next. He ground the bones into fine dust and mixed it into his flower beds.
Everyone who sees his garden asks how he gets his flowers to grow so beautifully.
The answer is always the same, “Bone meal. The fresher the better.”
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