Pseudopod 022: Them Eyes
January 26th, 2007
By Nicholas Ozment
Read by Stephen Eley
She’s standing in the kitchen. She’s on the phone. She’s got it to her right ear, ‘cuz pulpy head-juice is runnin’ down her left ear. She’s talking into the phone.
“Guess what your son-in-law did this time? He killed me.”
I grab the phone out of her gore-soaked hand, slam it down all sticky onto the receiver. I yell at her.
“You know what you just did?! You just signed your mother’s death warrant.”
