Status: Re-uploaded 1/12/2012. On hold.
Desolation Row
Prologue
The sun was a bastard star; a pumpkin ripe for harvesting with the rising, sickle moon. Each staggered step I took made it lurch on the horizon, so it leered at me like a mean, one-eyed drunk.
My mind reeled, spinning as uselessly as the wheels on an upturned wagon. I felt like my skull was a revolver, and somebody had emptied all the bullets from the chambers. Every time I tried to trigger a memory, I only got a dull clicking.
Where was I? Click.
How had I gotten here? Click.
Whose corpse was I inside? Click.
Who had killed me? Bang!
Bingo! I grinned, feeling macabre for wearing a dead man’s teeth.
The pin connected with gunpowder, and a spark exploded. I had a found bullet- and a purpose. I felt for my pistol in its battered leather holster, and clawed it out with stiff fingers. Expecting disappointment, I spun the barrel. The outcome could have been worse.
There was one shell left.
My mind reeled, spinning as uselessly as the wheels on an upturned wagon. I felt like my skull was a revolver, and somebody had emptied all the bullets from the chambers. Every time I tried to trigger a memory, I only got a dull clicking.
Where was I? Click.
How had I gotten here? Click.
Whose corpse was I inside? Click.
Who had killed me? Bang!
Bingo! I grinned, feeling macabre for wearing a dead man’s teeth.
The pin connected with gunpowder, and a spark exploded. I had a found bullet- and a purpose. I felt for my pistol in its battered leather holster, and clawed it out with stiff fingers. Expecting disappointment, I spun the barrel. The outcome could have been worse.
There was one shell left.