It was an erotic dream, and it scared the shit out of me.

I looked down at my infected toe. It was perfect.

Could it be, that the black box healed me?

I got up. It was Saturday. A simple test.

I put my clothes on. I walked outside.

Immediately, I felt the attention of women, staring at me.

It was uncomfortable.

I noticed the old man who fed the birds. He was one of the philosophers at the library. I called him a philosopher because he had a long beard, and spent most of his afternoon reading.

The women were gathering around him, as if he had scattered bread crumbs on the ground.

One started to mount him. It was an unnatural act. He was a wizard, I guess. I turned my eyes away.

He had lots of magic inside him.

I went to the library. It was open for three hours on the weekend. And I saw the love of my life, alphabetizing books. She smiled, through her mask. I could tell, because her eyes smiled, and I knew her teeth were black.

I went to the gas station and paid for 5 gallons.

“Mister, what are you going to use that for?” A mechanic asked me. He was whistling through his missing teeth.

“Oh—I have several lawns to mow. It’s nearly spring. I can already smell that fresh cut grass. Can’t you?”

“Yes sir,” he said.

“Speaking of which, do you have a lighter for sale?”

“Now son, it’s suspicious to buy gas and a lighter at the same time. If you’re going to build a bomb, you never buy fertilizer, diesel oil, and cannon fuse from the same store.” His twisted lips smiled. Then, he laughed. I noticed that his baseball cap was speckled with oil.

“I know that. Only a guilty person goes to three different stores.”

“That’s true. I’ll let you go, this time.”

The son-of-a-bitch actually thought he pardoned me. I drove straight to the library. I grabbed my 5 gallons and walked inside.

She was filing DVDs on the bottom bookshelf, so that she didn’t notice me. That’s when I began pouring.

I lit her. She began screaming. She sounded just like the witches in my dream. It’s a sure way you can tell…

The End

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