Our church worships at the altar of the Unholy Trinity. Its gospels are delivered as a trio of dark drabbles, linked so that Three become One. All hail the power of the Three.
Joel remembered the bus’s horn and then nothing until he stood before Pearly Gates and a toga clad man with a beard.
“Saint Peter?” Joel said.
“Hmmm?” said the man.
“You’re he aren’t you?”
The bearded man remained silent.
“Heaven! Amazing. Listen, will my wife be here?”
The smiling gatekeeper shook his head no.
Joel grinned, until he thought of his hound. “What about dogs? I hoped Brick and I would deer hunt for eternity.”
“All dogs go to heaven.”
“Terrific. Where is he?”
Joel now noticed the pointed ears and forked tongue dancing in Peter’s mouth. Screams followed.
The dog dragged my girlfriend to the pavement by her winter coat. It had surprised us as we cut through the alley.
The beast savaged her shoulder. Teeth pierced her coat, sweater, shirt, and finally, skin. Its size indicated a partial wolf heritage.
I moved towards them but stopped. My mother’s haunting words regarding canines played in my head, paralyzing me.
The hound released her shoulder and mauled her face. Cheek flesh peeled away. She was missing an eye. Crimson slobber hung from its jowls.
She called my name, but mother was right, I couldn’t help. I’m allergic to dogs.
Gwen missed Larry, but her current liaison had potential.
The pair rolled around the bed. The burly man growled. He bit her lip. She felt his dense back hair and smiled as he howled. They rolled again, knocking a plant off her nightstand.
“Damn, I got it,” he said.
“NO!” Gwen shouted, but he already held the green.
“The wolfsbane doesn’t hurt?” Gwen sighed and reached under the sheets.
“It’s poisonous?” he asked.
Gwen pulled the revolver from the pillow.
He slumped to the floor.
“Bullets weren’t even silver. Why are the good ones always married or human?”
Ryan Benson previously found employment as a researcher/professor in Boston, MA. He now resides outside of Atlanta, GA with his wife and children. Ryan hopes to one day complete a novel, but until then he keeps himself busy writing short fiction stories. Trembling with Fear, Suspense Magazine, The Sirens Call, ARTPOST, Short Fiction Break, Martian, and The Collapsar Directive (Zombie Pirate Publishing) have published his work.
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