The Story of Harmless Bullet

Day 21 The Forest Lovers  /absurdist comedy/  I woke up on the grass in the woods, covered by a greasy napkin, a hundred bright yellow beetles with black markings, and the lifeless body of the naked Sherriff. I lay on my back and tried to breathe steadily. “What a mess! This is the result of your sexual ego, Bullet,” I said aloud, looking at the moonlight.  It is not that I object...