Sunday, November 23, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
Sunday, November 09, 2008
How to Hypnotize a Man
Thursday, November 06, 2008
Stand Like a Man and Give Some Back
Cross posted at Pajama Guys. Definitely NSFW (language).
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Sunday, November 02, 2008
Saturday, November 01, 2008
Epilogue
The police came late that afternoon. They asked questions but voiced no suspicions. The ashes were still hot; they had not yet been raked. Louis answered their questions. They seemed satisfied. They spoke outside and he wore a hat. That was good. If they had seen his gray hair, they might have asked more questions. That would have been bad. He wore his gardening gloves, and that was good too. His hands were bloody and ruined.
He played solitaire that night until long after midnight.
He was just dealing a fresh hand when he heard the back door open.
What you buy is what you own, and sooner or later what you own will come back to you, Louis Creed thought.
He did not turn around but only looked at his cards as the slow, gritting footsteps approached. He saw the queen of spades. He put his hand on it.
The steps ended directly behind him.
Silence.
A cold hand fell on Louis's shoulder. Rachel's voice was grating, full of dirt.
"Darling," it said.
Pet Sematary - Stephen King