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.
I sneezed.
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.
