Cog Chapter Two
III
Two eyeballs floating in a water-filled jar, it was like a cremation vase for the Grime family. Lori was distraught after the death of her child, Christmas was canceled. Rick burned all the presents and their romance spiraled downward. Divorce lingered on the horizon, they disdained each other. The fighting seemed to increase as months passed.
Bodies swung on silver-lined hooks as the cog machine made its rotation moving each hook a few centimeters. The bodies brought no requite in the sense of survival or money, but were like a prized possession. The murderer sat under a dangling dim light that swung with each cold breeze. He felt the world was changing as population decreased, he was right.
After six months of limited or no speaking to each other, Rick broke the silence.
"Lori we need to move on. We loved our Carl very much, but Carl would not accept this" he stopped as Lori walked away into another room carrying Vogue.
Nightfall brings pain, bloodshed.
Nightfall brings streetlight melodies, ballads.
IV
The sharpening of his new hunter's dagger. The innocent running free as they stumble into graves. It was time for the vagabond to return to murder more hopeless beings, but he knew it needed to be stealthier this time around.
Through his binoculars he could see father of the child he tortured standing naked attempting to impress his lady, his wife.
He noticed the man's penis erected with joy as he could now see the couple fornicating. He lowered the binoculars and headed to the front door swiftly ringing the doorbell and running to the side of the house. The man came to the door unclothed and was shouting profanity towards teenagers.
"Damn youngsters and your FUCKING pranks! I hope you can't repro-fucking-duce!"
Rick returned upstairs to pleasure his now impatient wife. The northern winds brought a chilly breeze as it blew up their sheet displaying their sexual desires to all who watched.
I am watching.