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 what’s 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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