Blacktop Wasteland

by S.A. Cosby

“Jesus, it’s a fucked-up world, ain’t it, Bug?” he croaked. Blood was flowing freely from his mouth now. Beauregard turned his head and spit out a globule of blood and saliva. He put his foot on Ronnie’s chest and aimed at his head. “The world’s fine, Ronnie. It’s us that’s fucked up,” he said.