Southern CasketSouthern Casket4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Your Southern Casket
1873; a mild winter and a long hot summer. Everything was sweating. The people, the ground, the animals, the buildings, they were all sweating. It was humid. Every breath felt like sucking in scalding water from a wet dishrag that was crammed down the throat of every Memphian. Welcome to the South. Welcome to hell.
The flesh of Memphians was juicy; nice and thick. Full of veins, pumping sweet nectar through like a river. It was a red river; a red river, irony as steel and thick as corn syrup. Six quarts of the sweetest crimson nectar, surging torrentially through arteries. Flowing through every inch of flesh, filling the body out to a nice firm consistency the red river was the life giver and the fountain of youth that flowed like an IV. What a precursor...
They swarmed, creating black clouds in the sky that buzzed and