We all thought it would be harmless to build a wishing well. We all thought it would be harmless to throw coins in it. We all thought we would never have to stand here, beneath the well, holding the knife above our firstborn daughter’s heart.
“SINCE TIME IMMEMORIAL,” Jeff shouted behind his chainmail, “MANKIND HAS LICKED THE CHEEKS OF DEATH,” thus beginning the worst relationship break-up in recorded history.
Looking into his eyes, she felt as though every nerve of her body was firing in all directions as her heart beat faster and her brain massively hemorrhaged.
Slowly the tide receded, taking child’s broken kingdom with it. Also, the child because, let’s face it, it was a rip tide.
Spring, a time for renewal, a time for corpses to thaw and airline tickets to be booked.
The heavens seemed to open as Jeff plunged downward through the clouds with a stuck parachute.
“Good morning, Vietnam!” shouted the hyperintelligent genocide robots.
