by Michael A. Kechula
Harry yelled. I didnt find anybody
walking the streets tonight. Whats a guy
supposed to do to get some hot chow?
find anybody, either Charlie said. Ive
never been so famished.
heading back to Haiti, Moe said. Never
missed a meal all the years I lived there.
Somebodys always getting lost in the jungle.
Harry said. I still have the cell
phone I took from that guy I ate last week.
Suppose I call 911 and say theres a bomb
hidden in the mall. Hundreds of people will run
out of the mall.
idea, Charlie said. The lot aint
lit very well. If we play our cards right, we can
yank a few shoppers into the surrounding bushes.
Then itll be PARTY TIME!
get caught, said Moe, the cops will
So what? They
cant kill us twice.
Which makes me wonderif Im dead, why
am I so hungry?
knows? Who cares?
all agree that Ill call 911 and say theres
a bomb in the mall, Harry said. Lets
go to the parking lot. When we reach the trees, Ill
make the call.
they arrived at the tree-lined perimeter. They
carried ice cream scoops, the edges of which theyd
honed to razor sharpness.
ready, Harry said. Im gonna
call, now. Hello, 911? Theres a bomb
in the mall. He hung up quickly.
shoppers rushed from the mall.
move until somebody gets real close to the trees,
shoppers moved too close to the trees.
and Moe munched on fresh, hot brains they scooped
from crushed heads. When sated, they slipped away
and headed for their nights lodgings.
were the sweetest I ever had, Moe said.
Reminded me of candy canes.
Mine were slightly salty, Charlie
said. Now Im thirsty.
sprinkled garlic powder on mine. Dee-licious!
Harry said, picking a few gray morsels from his
we dont have a freezer, Moe said.
We coulda stocked up real good tonight. At
least a weeks worth.
has lotsa freezers, Charlie said. Maybe
we can build some surplus, then find a way to
hide it in their freezers. It's something to
think about tomorrow. The cemeterys just
ahead. Lets get a good night's sleep and
work on that one with fresh minds.
asked Moe. None of us has any brains left
that aint petrified by now.
words were never spoken, Harry said. I
often wonder about the irony. We dont
have brains. Yet, we eat them hot and fresh every
chance we get.
of brains, I could go for a gray matter pizza
with extra cheese for a change of pace,
work on that tomorrow, Harry said, as they
entered a moldy crypt.