Dear Killer

by Katherine Ewell

My own trademark was probably the main reason for my fame. I left my mail behind.

I cleaned them of fingerprints by spraying them with oil-based cooking spray; it was the oil in fingerprints that allowed them to be lifted,

nothing is inherently wrong and nothing is inherently right, because morality is only a

set of rules created by society and not based on any greater truth.”

“Challenge everything, even me. If you don’t, you’ll get pushed around. Take what you want. Don’t take no for an answer. It’s important.”

One—nothing is right, nothing is wrong. Two—be careful. Three—fight using your legs whenever possible, because they’re the strongest part of your body. Your arms are the weakest. Four—hit to kill. Don’t waste time. The first blow should be the last, if at all possible. Five—the letters are the law.

“I’m a higher power,” I said, “because the people need something to be afraid of. They need a monster under their stairs.” She smiled. I went on. “The world is full of chaos. And it’s that chaos that joins people together.

I am standing at a fork in the road. Around me is a vast, desolate desert. There is a signpost, but the signs are blank, and as far as the eye can see, both roads look exactly the same.