Pseudopod 73: Blood, Gridlock and PEZ

By Kevin Anderson

Read by KJ Johnson

Blood gathered in pools around the body as the afternoon sun gave it a sickly glimmer. I remember thinking how much the dark liquid really seemed to belong on the pavement. Like oil, transmission fluid or lizard-green coolant, the blood was at home on the asphalt.

It’s amazing the things you notice when events force you to grown up in the span of a moment. But I’m getting ahead of myself. This story really starts two hours earlier, with Gina.

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January 18th, 2008 11:14 am

Rush hour traffic will never be the same for me ever again.


January 19th, 2008 8:12 pm

Great story with very vivid descriptions. Loved the narrator’s voice also. I’ve always wondered what other people are doing and/or thinking every time I look into the rear view mirror. Maybe next time I won’t be so curious. Cha-Ching!!!!!

January 20th, 2008 3:39 am

Liked the ending, but the people suck argument is a pretty old one in this genre. Never did mention how his subsequent birthdays turned out, seemed like a but of a hole in the plot.

Wish you’d done a little something to commemorate the holidays.

January 20th, 2008 11:55 am

Excellent, excellent story. Cha-Ching!

January 20th, 2008 8:59 pm

Nice job. Good story. Good reading.

Though it’s a quibble I agree with David that I’m kinda curious if this birthday broke the tradition. In an odd way, surviving this event is a pretty good gift.

January 21st, 2008 9:28 am

That was excellent! Thank you!

January 21st, 2008 2:17 pm

I thought the point was the crazy guy had an awful birthday too–like there was a connection between them. That’s why the end had him discussing his portfolio…

Void Munashii
January 23rd, 2008 9:20 pm

Awesome story! I think this may replace “Tenant’s Rights” as my favourite.

Audita Sum
January 23rd, 2008 11:00 pm

The whole thing seemed generally well-written and well-voiced. I especially liked the crazed dude’s dialogue. Or monologue, I guess.

Void Munashii
January 24th, 2008 11:49 am

Yes, Mr. El Camino’s crazed ramblings were great. He reminded me a lot of the maitre d’ in Stephen King’s “Lunch at the Gotham Cafe”.

January 26th, 2008 10:28 am

This is my favorite story so far. I really liked the way the way it was written and the reader was great.


January 26th, 2008 11:57 pm


Falling Down

big ouch


January 30th, 2008 9:39 pm

Once again, a really nice opportunity to have a really creepy and horrific ending ruined by the after school special treatment where we have our protag surviving and planning his future after having shed the dead weight of his friend and girlfriend.

He should have died. Or, he should have gone apeshit crazy in traffic going on about his own diversified portfolio.

There was nothing in the conclusion of this story that left me with a feeling of horror. The tension and the fear from the axe-wielding maniac was decent, but the payoff was a let down.

February 26th, 2008 2:26 pm

Cha… ching.

March 18th, 2008 12:51 pm

I liked the story for the most part. I want to know: Where is the REAL hard, dark, scary as hell horror?!
I mean the comedy infused stuff was pretty novel to me at first…. But I want some really dark and menacing horror with no irony, humor, or irreverence, and espcially no smug narrator. But- it was a cool story, not horror

Mari Mitchell
March 22nd, 2008 3:42 am

I can see that the story is well written but not my cup of tea.

Ogion The Silent
September 17th, 2008 7:50 am

I’m not sure why the rss feed spat up this older story again recently but I’m glad it did. I loved the continual switching between the crazy axe-murdering shit and the narrator’s lifestyle problems.