The body was brought up from the river on a hook, policemen grasping at it. “Get your hands off me,” it said.
Three small toggle switches were found on the back of the neck. One was up, two were down.
“I am entirely committed to total withdrawal.” The only thing they saw from the car were trees.
Only after they bought the house did they realize they’d once been there, a long time ago.
The florist was not welcome to the party, especially after what had happened in the greenhouse.
There was no way down. There was no way up. And they were hungry.
As he held the severed ear in his hand, he heard the door close behind him.