Corpse Eaters
She lay in the snowbank, lifeless and still, but not peaceful. Heavy snowflakes stuck to the alabaster skin that wrapped around her contorted horror stricken body, a small red hole above her left breast. I could not feel the weight of the heavy dark coat wrapped around my body nor the sting of the cold steel lantern my fingers wrapped around. My mind reeling, attempting to make sense of what I had just witnessed.
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Dear Rachel - I’m just blown away about your comment I wanted to make my reply to you more private hence I’m messaging you here. — Only one woman in my life said to me I got into her head and that’s my late wife ‘Victims Too’ and ‘Last Valentine’ say hello to Rita Louse for me, please. Coincidence, Rachel she was a British/Irish visa client in my law office. Sorry, to be soppy but your words just got to me and overwhelmed me; and in my Biz I don’t overwhelm easily. —Tomorrow morning I’m going to scroll through your fabulously ‘eclectic’ offerings — btw; You GiT-iT where I was going exactly! — With my blown away respect to a great mind; once mine is swirling in it —Nah! — Jay Jay Kantor, Chatsworth, California ‘Senior’ Vocal Author - Vocal Village Community -