No Rest for the Wicked
by Catherine Bader
He stumbled over everything. Half a face, no nose, no left ear.
I knew him from the building on Fifth.
He carried a severed arm covered in thick clotty blood.
Took an occasional lick.
I watched him from my open window on the 4th floor.
Long hair flew from one spot to another as he snapped his head forward and up.
Coming my way.
Guess it’s time for the 9mm.
I can never get an entire day of rest anymore….
I turned as the door to my apartment blew open.
Rest was no longer an issue.