Page 194 of Tarek

The pastor head begins to shake back and forth. “What is that?”

“Your death.” I open pipettes values. The piranha solution flows downward, a slow elegant drip of agony. The screams are immediate and glorious. The table rocks violently as they both try to get away. No one will ever feel their filthy touch again.

The acid hisses as it eats through flesh and into their eyes. The scent of metallic, rusted iron. Their screams bring me great joy.

Then my phone rings. I look down to see it’s my father. The men screams still surround me, with Paula still singing in the back and I refuse to move. I like my father to know what I am currently doing.

“Yes?” I answer.

“When you are done, come to my house,” he commands as he always does.

“It will be too late.” The pastor lets out a final gurgling cry.

“I don’t give a damn what time you will be boy. Be here.”

I sigh. His time will come soon. “Why do you need me?”

I hear a low chuckle over the phone. “Because, my boy, I have found you a wife.”

Paula Abdul voice rings out. “We come together cause opposites attract.”

THE END.

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