Sandra was sure she had put the skeletons back in the closet, they got unruly if they were left out. Once the door was shut they clattered about for a bit and then just got quiet, waiting to be unleashed. However, she hadn’t put them in the closet and in the middle of her date with a man she actually was interested in, a swarthy, hairy, muscular stud from somewhere East of basic Europe, they attacked. It must have been a trigger word that she inadvertently used, they wouldn’t have responded to the guy’s voice. She must have said the word “attack” in a sentence, and they did just that. The first two used their fingers to pluck out his eyeballs, which was always a good opening move - they didn’t stop even though she was screaming “arrête” which should have ended the attack, but the word wasn’t coming out clearly as she kept screaming “NO!” watching this gorgeous man get annihilated by her skeleton crew. It was an ugly job, they tore his cheeks open and slammed a sharpened tibia right through his heart. Her new couch was ruined, which was also a huge drag. At least she didn’t have to clean it all up. She was upset, rattled even, but it was all her own doing. The skeletons dragged the body down to the furnace room and carved up the meat for the dogs, dropping it neatly in pails. They were efficient. Sandra lit a cigarette in front of her massive fireplace and looked back at her stained couch. Oh, well.
October 17, 2022