Fiends ssc, p.30
Fiends SSC, p.30Richard Laymon
We followed her across the tracks.
Joined her on the other side of the nearest concrete support.
Where she shined her light on a bum.
He was slumped against the support, shirt open, pants down around his ankles. His head was down. Cradled in his arms was a pile of loose guts.
George grinned at us. ‘Knew he didn’t get far.’
‘Holy shit,’ Jim muttered.
Crouching, George plunged her hands into the guts. They squirmed around like a bunch of wet snakes. Pretty soon, she came out with her knife. ‘Didn’t wanta lose this,’ she said. She stood up and cleaned the knife on the front of her shirt. ‘Betcha didn’t figure he’d get into my initiation, did you?’
We shook our heads.
We walked back to the other side of the tracks. There, George stepped into her boxers and Bermudas. As she pulled them up, she said, ‘So, what’re we gonna do tomorrow?’
Richard Laymon, Fiends SSC
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