I opened the cabinet to find her dead, lifeless body hanging from a rope. The bugs had picked away at most of her skin by now. I could see bone through the brown, rotting flesh. It pleased me. Yes, it certainly pleased me.
Out from a moonlit sky, flew a large vulture. A feather dropped from it’s tattered back and, drifting through the cold night, landed on top of a cactus. The cactus ate the feather and returned to it’s solitary ways.