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18 “I know.” The tire iron’s still under the seat, and I grasp it like a hangman tying a noose. One blow and he’s out. Out but not dead. The car glides to the shoulder, and I kiss his scarred forehead before closing the passenger door for the last time. I strike a match and drop it in the gas tank. The fire catches like a whisper in the wind waiting to be heard. It’s beautiful. More beautiful than me or the sea or anything else. He screams inside the car. For almost ten minutes, he screams. Then for ten minutes, I think how much louder the world seems without the scream. After the blaze burns out, I blow a kiss at the wreckage and start down the highway, not caring where I go or when I get there.
19 Corruption J.C. Michael We look down in unison at the pair of gleaming, crimson, gloves. Then raise our eyes to one another. I have led the woman before me down that darkest of corridors which terminates in the sanctity of sin. A desolate and destructive course from which her return is no longer an option. As an angel, she had come to me, a wife, a mother, a carer. Unaware of what lay behind the glass until her eyes met her own, and let me in. Yes, an angel, pure in thought, and in deed. Yet what I see before me now reeks of my corruption. Her wings torn from her shoulders, leaving naught but bloodied stumps and soiled feathers upon the ground. A carpet of crushed and bloodstained evidence of my unbridled fury at the purity she had dared bring to my dominion. An angel, now fallen from grace and condemned to Hell, as am I. I have turned my face from the glory of God, and now turn the faces of others in the palm of my wicked, twisted, hand. As I hold her gaze she rubs her hands unthinkingly, like an automaton. Scrubbing at stains from which she can never be free. There is no spark within her iris, for I have extinguished that kind soul which burnt so brightly, dwelling there before coming into contact with me. Only now does she look down, but I do not. I already know that the blood will have washed away, leaving only microscopic traces beneath manicured nails. Instead, I look over her shoulder. Her husband is obscured by the sheets of the bed. Uniformly hotel-white, with a dash of colour of my own design. He could be sleeping. He is not. Unless, that is,
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