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MERCY CLOCK

clockMercy had enough. In fact, in her heart she knew she was done with Clay.

It was her name, she realized. Her parents gave her this name and it informed her personality. Knowing this, she would give Clay one more chance, in her merciful consideration that, dealing with a “grounded” name like Clay, may also inform his behavior.

When the weekend came and they were dressed to go out, Mercy approached her lover while holding within her arms a huge battery powered novelty clock. It was no less accurate for the novelty.

Clay slipped on his Saturday mask. A stylized version of a 17th Century Italian plague mask, the long beak kind favored by doctors of the era. Clay’s mask was a cheap piece of plastic imitation. It was face mask only, held on by a rubber band.

Mercy expected it to be one of those days, which is why she held the clock.

Mercy: “See this clock, Clay?”
Clay: “See these eye holes in my mask, Mercy? Of course I see the big fucking clock! Duh!”
Mercy: “I’m dead serious, Clay. I will give this relationship 12 hours. When I set foot out that door you will have only 12 hours to grow up. Only 12 hours to stop your childish crap in public.”

Clay lifted his mask. His brows and eye lids screwed up as if he was preparing a riposte, an attempt to smarmily justify himself.

Mercy was having none of it.

Mercy: “I’m going for a walk now and I want you to come with me.”
Clay: “Seriously? You want to walk together this time?”
Mercy: “Yes. Clay. I want to walk together. Walk. I want you to Walk with me, not carry on like a jackass. Can I trust you to Walk with me? No antics?”

Clay didn’t answer, only pulled his mask back down so that his eyes were hidden within the dark of it. His top hat topped off his ensemble.

With Clay’s unsatisfactory behavior, Mercy was on the edge of ending it now, yet she heard herself repeat.

Mercy: “Will you walk with me, Clay?”
Clay: “I’ve got 12 hours?”

Not a caveat Mercy wanted to hear.

Mercy: “I’m taking the clock with us.”
Clay: “Oh come on!”
Mercy: “I’m taking the clock.”

It was bitter cold outside, which to Mercy felt emotionally apropos. As she walked, Clay walked beside her, still wearing that idiot mask.

‘Why didn’t I include the mask in the bargain?’ She chided herself ‘Why?’

Maybe she no longer cared. Mercy wasn’t sure if she loved Clay anymore or ever could. She’d reached the point where she wondered why she ever did. The fun of dating Clay was exciting. The fun of being in a relationship with Clay quickly lost its flavor. They didn’t hold hands, as instead she held the grim reminder of the giant clock. It either ticked up toward a new life together or down to the death of their relationship. Mercy felt indifferent to either.

A cold wind swirled the park’s late Autumn leaves around them and she side-eye spied Clay shiver. She knew his vibrato was not from the cold. Mercy looked at the clock. They’d only been walking for twenty minutes.

An unexpected flurry of dry snow whipped around them, shooing the leaves down the path. Birds blew in out of nowhere, fluttering madly to avoid crashing into the humans.

Suddenly Clay’s barely controlled vibrato turned fortissimo as he threw out his arms and flapped them.

“I’m A Bird!” he crescendo’d, leaping into the air.

Tiny chips of teeth ground out of Mercy’s grimace. ‘Fuck! The god damn mask! That’s the key this whole time. It feeds his stupid alter-ego.’ Why did she never notice before?

The earth didn’t want to be the ground, forever looking up at a wondrous sky. It wanted to fly and Clay jumped around her, flapping his arms with all the agile aerial grace of a pig.

“Imma Bird! I can fly! Imma Bird!” he yelled in sing song.

Passerby furtively stared or awkwardly looked away. Clay with his ridiculous antics, Mercy with her ridiculous clock, she suddenly realized what a quixotic set they appeared to be.

Only now regretting having struck the bargain and made the rules, Mercy gazed down at her clownishly huge novelty clock.

Eleven and a half more hours of this bullshit.

END
Story, MERCY CLOCK, Copyright 2016 by E.C. McMullen Jr.
Artist Unknown


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CONFESSION

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Art by APetruk

CONFESSION
by E.C. McMullen Jr.
Copyright 2013

After the harrowing, brutal car chase across the county, speeding at night through a downpour, it all came to an immediate end when Jesse’s Chrysler slid off the road and slammed into a tree.

Anyone else surviving such a crash would cautiously check themselves for damage, but not Jesse. Jesse knew he was hurt bad, but if Daniel caught him, he’d be dead.

Jesse ran limping into the cold rain and dark woods. He was wounded, exhausted, used up, and along came Daniel from behind, casually holding his lantern; as if enjoying a pleasant walk in the stormy night.

It only took a moment of that bright light falling on Jesse’s face for his button-black pupils to shrink to pin holes and the woods to go dark. Doubly frightened, Jesse turned to run, only to painfully slam into a tree.

That’s how Daniel found Jesse, cowering on the ground, nose bleeding, unarmed and face to face with the husband of his lover.

Considering the night and everything that led up to this moment, Daniel, having the drop on Jesse at gunpoint, looked upon his foe with an expression of odd curiosity.

It was that lantern-lit curious expression, as if Daniel was looking at a strange bug, that infuriated the beaten Jesse. Accepting his defeat, he began confessing,

“Okay! Okay! I did it! But Tina and me are in love, man! Your wife loves me! Me! And why do you even care? When was the last time you loved her? Held her? Do you even remember? Do you?”

Daniel said nothing but thumbed back the hammer on his revolver. Jesse flinched, throwing his hands over his face.

“Fine! Fine!” Jesse shouted in tears. He was a dead man anyway, what did he have to lose? “We fucked! Okay? Is that what you want to hear you maniac?”

Only the clattering, splattering noise of the rain, and silence from Daniel. Jesse despised that smug confidence.

In a flash, Jesse thought of the slimmest opportunity. Make Daniel lose his shit. Make him angry. Make him sloppy. Make Daniel want to drop that gun and punch his enemy in the face. Despite his injuries, Jesse was certain that if he could just get close enough to grab Daniel, he’d make short work of the little cuckhold.

“I fucked her and she loved it!” Jesse shouted. “We did everything! We did it all! She was going to leave you for me! For me, you needle-dicked shit!”

Jesse’s words weren’t having the expected result. Daniel wasn’t reacting: No rage, no jealousy, nothing to make him lose control and possibly give Jesse an edge. Daniel only raised his brows. “I must admit, I’m amazed.”

Jesse lowered his hands, confused. There was just no figuring Daniel out.

“Your confession,” Daniel said. “I’m surprised you didn’t at least try and talk your way out of it; convince me I had the wrong guy.”

Jesse blinked in surprise, as clearly this was an unconsidered option.

“Would that have worked?”

Daniel shrugged,
“I would have given it a shot.”

BANG!

Story by E.C. McMullen Jr.

Artwork
By the river by ~APetruk on deviantART


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PERPETUAL BULLET: A Science Fiction Collection.
It’s a veritable trove of previously published Science Fiction Horror Thriller tales – plus bonus stories
Featuring: Weird Sex, True Love, Monsters and Mayhem!
Now on sale for $9.00 in Trade Paperback and in eBook for $1.99 and available for your Android Tablet, iPad, Kindle, Nook, and every other “E”!
Find it at (Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Diesel, !ndigo, iTunes, KoboBooks, Smashwords, WHSmith, and more).
Buy the paperback at Amazon and the Kindle eBook is free!

Got more time to kill? Buy WILLOW BLUE. It’s my second collection of critically acclaimed Supernatural and Drama Thriller short stories with all of the Weird Sex, True Love, Monsters and Mayhem, you’ve come to expect (or should by now). Available in paperback for $8.00 or in Kindle for only $1.99. Buy the paperback at Amazon and the Kindle eBook is free! The tales will last you longer than latte!

Crave even more?

Look for my story Cedo Looked Like People, in the anthology, FEAR THE REAPER, edited by Joe Mynhardt. Available from Crystal Lake Publishing and available in Print for $12.99 or eBook for $2.99.

Also available from Crystal Lake Publishing, the film making guidebook, HORROR 201: The Silver Scream. Reap the rewards of movie making experience from the likes of Myself, as well as  John Carpenter, Tom Holland, Jeffrey Reddick, George A. Romero, Keith Arem, Richard Gray, also the late  Ray Bradbury, Wes Craven, plus many more. $19.99 in Print or $3.99 in eBook.