I noticed a gentleman carrying around a jar of two pickles yesterday. What wonderful little treats to have floating around in a jar! It only occurred to me after he had gone, however, that perhaps those weren't pickles after all.
What if, upon closer inspection, they turned out to be tiny infant's arms with the hands severed off?
I will never know for sure.
Showing posts with label the horror. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the horror. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Lunch
There is something in my manner that makes people uneasy. For example at lunch today, the waitress came by the table to check if I needed anything. I looked up from my book and shook my head. She smiled and I smiled back, but before she turned away--and for only a split second, which however brief, seemed eternal--I detected in her countenance sheer and utter terror. It was as though she peered directly within my soul and was frightened of what she saw.
For dessert I had a scoop of vanilla ice cream.
For dessert I had a scoop of vanilla ice cream.
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