Night in the Lonesome October

by Richard Laymon

It felt very good to be outside in the fresh October night. The breeze was slightly chilly. It carried a scent of chimney smoke and sent leaves drifting down sideways when they fell out of the trees along the road.

Her nipples were large and dark and erect.

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Near the far end of its reach, it dimly illuminated a low, squatting circle of men. Hairy, filthy, bloody. All of them looking at us. Chewing. Blood spilling from their mouths.

‘And every fiend, as in a dream, Doth stalk the lonesome night.’

‘Because she knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind her tread.’ Caught a glimpse of me following her, maybe, and thinks I’m a fiend.

Most teachers are commies, in case you haven’t noticed.’

‘Nobody has a single goddamn right,’ she said, ‘to take what doesn’t belong to them. Like a government, for instance. The government’s got no right to make us do anything ... not even for what they call “the common good.” We’re nobody’s slaves. We have an absolute right to the fruits of our own labor and we don’t owe jack-shit to society. You ever hear of John Galt?’

Talking about Ayn Rand. Insight into laymons politics

Offered for your consideration ... one Edward Logan ... He went out on a fine October night in search of his true love but found, instead, that streets don’t always lead where you expect and that love may not always find a way,’ especially in that region of uncertain boundaries we call ...

Dang layman

‘Nah. But I’m trying to be a writer. Apparently, I lean toward the morbid and grotesque. I suppose I think about murders and things like that more than most people.’

‘Well, it does get worse in October. Seems to. October’s always the creepiest month.’ ‘April is the cruelest month; October’s the creepiest? Maybe it’s because of Hallowe’en.’