S. Andrew Swann The Heavens Fall Johnny really thought Mosh was a friend. Mosh was good to Johnny. Johnny would never do anything to upset him. Never. Then Mosh left. Then the police came. The police dug up the overgrown field in back of Momma’shouse. The police found the bodies of fifteen women. The police said Mosh didn’t exist.
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Her head throbs. She’d drunk a lot, and downed a lot of pillsthat she probably shouldn’t have. She opens her eyes, fearful of light.No reason to fear. There’s no light except from the moon.She’s thankful for that. The bedroom is dark monochrome andfuzzy. Enough light beams in from the cracked window for her tosee that she’s alone. Sober now, mostly, she decides that the placeis a pit. Smells of beer, old cigarette smoke, and something else— Mothballs?Where the hell is he?
(John Schaefer. He is thirty years old and somewhat retarded. He lured me here with the promise of drugs.)
Lured? That isn’t a word she’d use. The combination of beerand pills is doing funny things to her head.Doesn’t matter who he is, because the guy’s gone. Thatusually means he’s stiffing you, ripping you off. She doesn’t worrytoo much. After all, this is the guy’s house. He wouldn’t rip her off and leave her here, huh?She shakes her head and feels a pain that seems more thansimple hangover. She—
(Betty Dupree. I am twenty-one years old, and I ran away from home when I was thirteen.)
—Betty steps out of the sagging bed. Her feet sink into graypile carpet. The carpet’s filled with dust, making her feet feel dirty.She’s naked, and the cold makes her shiver. The second story of this ancient farmhouse isn’t heated.Wind creaks wood in the walls and rattles windows in theirframes. She shivers again. — 2 —
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