Him and other stories

Jacksons eyes

I sit there starring at the boy gagged and tied to a chair in my basement. his name is Jackson and next to him sat the rotting carcass of his best friend Steve. soon my dream shall be complete I will have his eyes. I laugh insanely and grab a rusted spoon. he whimpers as I show it to him and then he screams as I push it behind his eye. I feel the squish of the eye coming loose and then the delightful pop of it popping out of its socket. it dangles there on his check by a thread of flesh. I watch it swing back and forth as he moves trying to escape but there is no escape. I severe the eye with a quick clean snip of some sewing scissors. I do the same with the other eye , enjoying the sound of screams and the soft pop the eye makes. I laugh again humming to myself and occasionally uttering a unrecognisable word. now to finish him off. I grab the sharpest knife I can find and slice open his stomach, watching as his intestines fall to the floor. once I'm done I collect his intestines in a rusting bucket and place his eyes on a board in the kitchen.

"Mommy" my daughter Elizabeth calls

"Yes hun" I reply

"What's for dinner?"

"Sausages. I'm making them fresh"

"Yummy"

Elizabeth goes to watch t.v and I pour the contents of the bucket in the sink and start making sausages. after a while I stop and stare into those eyes, those golden blue eyes.

"Elizabeth dinners ready"

"Coming"

We dig into our delicious meal all the time those eyes watching.