Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Garbage Day

The hairy one and Oscar skirted down the back of Watershed Heights and ran to the back of the diner where they found themselves in the midst of a near riot late in the night, almost morning. The townsfolk had all succumbed to the tantalizing smell of the pie, just as Oscar had. "This is futile," Oscar said. "Yes, the pie has sparked a hunger in me, but I know that this simple pastry cannot satisfy my need. It was nice to meet you strange sir," the beast replied, and then he was gone to rest after the late night. Once he was out of sight, Oscar lolled through the crowd. After a few minutes of torment among the flock, there was a great flash of light as the morning sun rose above the horizon and the power was restored to the town. He wandered around in a daze, looking to banish himself from the riot, all the pie-seekers screaming in their new-found blindness. Within a few steps, he was back out into to the back alley behind the Watershed Heights apartment building. Still stumbling around blindly, Oscar tripped wildly on a metal garbage can. As he fell flat on his face,  a pool of blood began spilling from the trash. As Oscar regained his sight, he dug into the trashcan and his hand touched a severed head, removed from the rest of a body. A closer look told Oscar that the head belonged to the late body of want to be white gangster, fully clad in FUBU apparel. It looked as if his wolf friend had struck in the flash of blinding light. "Where does this leave me now?" Oscar thought pensively. After a moment's worth of pondering, he pulled out his flask to take him back to an earlier time.

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