Rain Will Come

by Thomas Holgate

Glioblastoma multiforme:

let’s be honest here, frequent) snort would eventually culminate in one massive coronary.

Oh Wow

Sir.

When he’d been a child, his grandfather, who had then recently immigrated to America, had bought a dairy farm out near Madison, Wisconsin. By all accounts, Papa Czarcik was a wonderful man, but all his grandson could remember of him was the stench of sour milk.

...

A dead chicken was tied around her neck.

Weird

Charon,

serial killer colloquially known as Bad Ronald for his still-not-understood penchant for targeting unrelated victims with the surname McDonald.

Only funny because it’s fiction 🤣

buttoned. He needed privacy, not relief. Carefully, he tapped out a bump of coke onto the side of his hand and snorted it.

Chile

Body Heat.

Rocky Dennis,

He didn’t need any additional cocaine for the drive. He

Although he knew it was an inappropriate comparison, Daniel’s mind had flashed to the blueprints of slave ships he remembered from history books, where men considered mere chattel were crammed into the belly of a vessel for a transatlantic trip to hell.

A meaty slab of arm was folded over her head, revealing a sloppily shaved armpit.

😬

Welcome to the big city, bitch, Czarcik thought as he continued on his way.

Didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of admitting he knew of the company.

Why not? Weirdo.

The professor shook his finger at Czarcik. “I knew you were no ordinary cop. So tell me, what is it you want to know?”

“Fuck you, Paul,” she spat. The third word cut him the deepest.

😂

Concurrently, something in his trousers stirred.

He kissed her. Or she kissed him. Either way, their lips met. It was brief. The blood from his lip that transferred to hers was the only evidence it occurred.

Omg

him. As he walked into the room proper, what he saw on his pillow made his blood run cold.

They made love in the quiet hours of the morning. There

Cool