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JEdgarGroover · 10-22-2002, 03:11 PM

Arthur went to the kitchen and began rummagin through drawers. Each drawer clanked loudly as he pulled it out, sifted through its contenet, and slammed it back shut. It made his head throb. He felt as if he might throw up. He clanked the drawers harder. He might feel better if he threw up.

String, tape, old cartoons cliped out messily (the one about the rubber Jesus statue was particularly funny and he stopped to read it and laughed out loud - the pulse in his head quickly reminded him that this was no time for humor.) Why did he have an omlette pan? He only ate soft boiled. He kept searching. Finally he came up with it.

The blade was about 8 inches long, quite sturdy, and serrated. The handle was made of black plastic and embossed with the words "Canton, Ohio." He held it up for a moment and forgot his head. Rusty. Slightly chipped. Hadn't been sharpened for years, perhaps. It would do.

He turned and headed for the fridge, grabbed a beer and cracked it. He quickly took a long pull. Then another. As he finished the can, Arthur grabbed another and cracked it with one hand, keeping the knife dangling limply by his side.

"****in' A. Let's do this." he muttered as he pushed open the kitchen door and stepped back into the living space of his little run down efficiency. Yep. It was no dream. The body was still there. But not for long.

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10-22-2002, 03:11 PM	#3
JEdgarGroover Registered User Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: Brooklyn! Posts: 5	Arthur went to the kitchen and began rummagin through drawers. Each drawer clanked loudly as he pulled it out, sifted through its contenet, and slammed it back shut. It made his head throb. He felt as if he might throw up. He clanked the drawers harder. He might feel better if he threw up. String, tape, old cartoons cliped out messily (the one about the rubber Jesus statue was particularly funny and he stopped to read it and laughed out loud - the pulse in his head quickly reminded him that this was no time for humor.) Why did he have an omlette pan? He only ate soft boiled. He kept searching. Finally he came up with it. The blade was about 8 inches long, quite sturdy, and serrated. The handle was made of black plastic and embossed with the words "Canton, Ohio." He held it up for a moment and forgot his head. Rusty. Slightly chipped. Hadn't been sharpened for years, perhaps. It would do. He turned and headed for the fridge, grabbed a beer and cracked it. He quickly took a long pull. Then another. As he finished the can, Arthur grabbed another and cracked it with one hand, keeping the knife dangling limply by his side. "****in' A. Let's do this." he muttered as he pushed open the kitchen door and stepped back into the living space of his little run down efficiency. Yep. It was no dream. The body was still there. But not for long.