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<p>I remember when they built this mall. It was so beautiful and clean, with a huge sparkling fountain in the foyer that people would throw their loose change into, like tiny down payments on their dreams. Now we use the fountain as a staging area for corpses; the drain is supposed to keep the blood from pooling until someone has a chance to dump them outside. The drain is slow and the stench is awful.</p>
I remember when they built this mall. Beautiful and clean, with a huge sparkling fountain in the foyer to throw coins into and make wishes. We use the fountain for staging corpses; the drain keeps the blood from pooling until someone dumps them outside. The drain is slow, though, and the stench is awful.


<p>Strap and I have set ourselves up in an old Cinnabon near the fountain. Strap was a butcher, before, and for a reasonable trade he will remove any body part you want, quick-like. For a substantial trade, he will remove it from someone else, as slow as you please. When Strap is finished working with a “client”, I clean up. “Stitching and ditching”, I call it, since I am usually sewing someone up or dumping their corpse. I spend a lot of time going back and forth to the fountain. I was supposed to be a veterinarian.</p>
Strap and I set up shop in an old Cinnabon near the fountain. Strap was a butcher, before, and for a reasonable trade he will cut anything for you, quick-like. For a substantial trade, it can be someone else, slow as you please. I clean up after Strap. “Stitching and ditching”, I call it, since I am usually sewing someone up or dumping their corpse. I spend a lot of time at the fountain.


<p>Standing by the fountain now, watching my reflection empty this dripping sack, I catch myself laughing, wondering what he would wish for.</p>
Standing there now, watching my reflection empty this dripping sack, I can’t help laughing as I wonder what I should wish for.

Latest revision as of 21:17, 12 April 2010

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I remember when they built this mall. Beautiful and clean, with a huge sparkling fountain in the foyer to throw coins into and make wishes. We use the fountain for staging corpses; the drain keeps the blood from pooling until someone dumps them outside. The drain is slow, though, and the stench is awful.

Strap and I set up shop in an old Cinnabon near the fountain. Strap was a butcher, before, and for a reasonable trade he will cut anything for you, quick-like. For a substantial trade, it can be someone else, slow as you please. I clean up after Strap. “Stitching and ditching”, I call it, since I am usually sewing someone up or dumping their corpse. I spend a lot of time at the fountain.

Standing there now, watching my reflection empty this dripping sack, I can’t help laughing as I wonder what I should wish for.