Below
is an excerpt from "Spin-Cycle"
from DEAD
SOULS published by Shocklines
Press.
Copyright 2003 by David G. Barnett
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««--»» Hard
at the thought of cracking her in the mouth. Hands grip the wheel tighter.
Cops
said take a drive...calm down. Fuck 'em! First her, then her goddamn momma.
A
quick glance in the mirror. Eye swollen like a ripe plum. She
gonna get it. Get it good. Foot
pressed to the floor. Road rutted from last nights rain. Shocks reaching
limits. Steering wheel slipping from grip. Tires losing hold. Faster.
Faster. Faster. Gonna
slap the shit outta her. Then fuck whats left. Road
coming too fast. Crack. Drive shaft drops. Clang-Clang-Clang. Hot
metal ping-pongs under the carriage. Shard enters front tire. Blown. The
roll comes quickly. Fraction of a second. A tree stops the motion. Instant.
Some bark is lost, spackled over with flesh, painted in blood. No
explosion. Not a movie...real life. No
death at first. Only excruciating pain. Then shock. Then dark silence. Real
life. Real
death. ««--»» |
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