The Devil Crept In

by Ania Ahlborn

Dunk liked to say that Terry’s truck was big because his dick was small.

Because his stuttering, his word salad, his rhyming problem, were starting to creep back into his brain, and that was never good.

“Nobody wants a loony running around the goddamn woods.”

was the fence there to keep kids in, or to keep something out?

“I don’t know.” Jude shrugged his shoulders. “I think being a zombie would be pretty damn cool.”