“I feel like hacking at people.”
“Hacking at people… What?”
“Yeah, hacking. I want to carve out their carcasses and spread them out like spaghetti.”
One blink.
Then two.
A few more and a couple of gulps in between.
“Uh… let’s save that for therapy, shall we?”
A slight sweat starts to line their forehead.
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever,”— they wave it off— “that’s all it’s meant for lately.”
I’m trying (somewhat) new things lately! Not really that new, since I’ve been writing short stories this past year. I don’t have the heart or confidence to share them anywhere near here at the moment though, but it feels good to dump this here.
Carmel 