A Town Called Discovery

by R.R. Haywood

I fell from the bloody sky, with you holding scorecards up while I drowned, then you chopped my dick off with an axe… Why are you smiling? That’s not even funny…’

‘Keep it kinky, honeypot.’

and this is America, so we’ll probably just get shot.’

‘Gosh, a strong woman asking questions caused you some issues, did it? Misogynist anyone?’

She doesn’t hesitate but ditches the Winchester while moving left, and quickly draws the six-shooter, palming the hammer back to fire the heavy gun, and it’s that point, right there in that precise second, that Bear knows he is head over heels in love.

only by dying with someone so many times can you truly understand what love is, for they have held each other’s hearts in their hands.

Bear hacks at Robert’s mid-section to open the wound before reaching in to pull his innards out, wrapping them round Robert’s neck to strangle him with his own intestines.

After that is only the familiar blackness of death that Bear knows so well.

‘He spews shit from his mouth like other people do from their backsides.’

That’s okay now, but what happens when he realises, the thing he is waiting for will never happen? What then?

Death to life. Life to death. Over and over. Repeating it until the pain became a part of his existence. Until the pain became somehow less.

Death is not what it was, and although, violence can never be the right way to communicate, it seems to work for them.