Rambles | A Short Story Collection

More Equal

In a run-down diner, he fantasized about splitting open human flesh. About blood spurting across his hands. About slitting someone open, sternum to gut, and pulling out loops of glistening intestines. Had anyone ever been strangled by their own innards?

The thought inflamed him.

All those victims waiting, waiting for his knife to carve them up. A world brimming with organs and blood. Waiting. All with equal chances for release. He chomped on an apple thoughtfully, spittle flying, and peered onto the street. He grinned.

There. There she was.

The half-gnawed apple sat abandoned, a poor tip for his waitress.