SploctOR

A creepy short story about humans w/o details of worms.

sPLOCTOR

Sweet chunks of fire and gleaming eyes teeming with overt spite and simplistic irreality. His teeth shine in the reflection of the pond only meters away. Those meters turn into nothing special leaving little to be guessed by the surrounding inhabitants. A little fight, a lot of porn and John goes home to his poor wife. His wife toils and sweats all the day through. It's hard to understand eing that she is alway such a well groomed individual free from any of the stereotypical images that opposing humans may hold about such people especially the rabid type with little or no educaton squirming in the night. The tender crunch of braking bones and the overly convoluted victim is all mine. This feeling may last only for a decade or so, but I know, deep in my heart that what will be will be and all that is 'good' and right will prevail in the end. I first realized this at my first John Cugar Mellencamp speech where he fiercly opposed the brittle lookie-loos who look and look but never buy even if enticed with gifties from beyond.