Sunday, July 17, 2011

Thousand: Four Hundred Thirty-Nine

as the leg as the leg!” The head’s last words are torn into a shriek as the leg provides a demonstration. Down the head goes. When it strikes a stone, Bernie flinches, and the shriek abruptly ceases. Bernie leans to the side, his seat belt cutting into his belly as he tries to catch a glimpse of the tortured face rising for another step. “Ha!” Bernie jerks around and finds himself facing another head at the end of another leg. This one’s twitching smile, surrounded by a dusty patch of beard, spits out, “Don’t believe that bitch! Damned soul! She

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