All ringing after the explosion, he turns to find only sundered limbs and expired blood; he rushes past his work and bares the second stick and lights its fuse. The dynamite sends into the base of the western wall and some erratic movement can still be heard in the smokescreen. Another boom shakes the wall […]
Tag: Southern Gothic
Spaghetti Western Pt. III
He lumbers back into the street, and it is midday—the town marinates him in decrepit isolation and base instincts. Some desert fauna nest in the slacks of ramada steps, and their white orbs pop in their adumbration. The vicious curs gnaw at a felled calf donning pustular cysts on its udder and diseased rashes in […]