Larry works as a crime scene cleaner.
One day, Larry is working a particularly disturbing crime scene. Entrails all over the house.
Everywhere Larry went he found, and had to clean up, intestines. Miles of fresh hot intestine….what the heck is going on? How can this be?
Larry realized, suddenly, that the intestines were his. Fear gripped his heart….
Larry woke up.
It was a dream.
Or was it?
What is that light? Who are these people?
Copyright May 10, 2010 by Mike “TracyReaderDad” Pihlman. I’d like to thank future Tracy Council person Larry Hite for the idea for this story (yes, he is a crime scene cleaner). This is a work of fiction.
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