Unholy Trinity: Truck Nuts by Patrick Winters
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.
“That sure is a fine one,” Travis said, admiring the kill in the back of Jed’s bed.
“Yup.” Jed spat and puffed out his chest, showing his toothy grin. “Gave me a run for my money. Winged ‘im pretty good early on, but I had to chase ‘im down and finish the job.”
“I’d believe it. He’s a big ‘un, alright.” Travis gave a giggle. “Gonna put ‘im on your wall?”
“Gonna stuff ‘im yourself?”
Jed’s grin grew. “A’course, idjit!”
The two friends smacked at each other and laughed playfully—right over the body of old Buck Cunningham.
“Sure was nice of you to give me a lift,” Luke said again, giving the two men appreciative nods. “Mighty nice, indeed.”
The big, gap-toothed driver gave a nod back. The skinny one mumbled an acknowledgment.
Luke was positioned between them in the cramped cab. It made him feel a bit uncomfortable.
“Yeah. Been on the road a week now. Could go for a good, warm meal.”
The driver chuckled. “Yep. We was thinking the same . . .”
Luke frowned, confused by the man’s tone. “I’m sorry?”
The only answer he got came from the skinny man’s knife, slicing across his neck.
Shelby’s bloody feet carried her off the gravel and onto the shoulder of the road. Heaving breaths, she darted into the tall grass before her, hoping they hadn’t seen her scurry off.
She went a short way in before falling to her knees, sending a prayer up to God.
The revving of a truck engine roared against her eardrums, the crazed whoops of her kidnappers rising over the racket.
The truck was off the road now, coming closer.
Closer . . .
A grill appeared, and the truck came barreling into her.
As Shelby’s head met the headlights, her kidnappers hollered with glee.
Patrick Winters is a graduate of Illinois College in Jacksonville, IL, where he earned a degree in English Literature and Creative Writing. He has been published in the likes of Sanitarium Magazine, Deadman’s Tome, Trysts of Fate, and other such titles. A full list of his previous publications may be found at his author’s site, if you are so inclined to know: http://wintersauthor.
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Stephanie Ellis writes dark speculative prose and poetry and has been published in a variety of magazines and anthologies. Her longer work includes the folk horror novels, The Five Turns of the Wheel, Reborn, and The Woodcutter, and the novellas, Bottled and Paused (all via Brigids Gate Press). Her dark poetry has been published in her collections Lilith Rising (co-authored with Shane Douglas Keene), Foundlings (co-authored with Cindy O’Quinn) and Metallurgy, as well as the HWA Poetry Showcase Volumes VI, VII, VIII, and IX and Black Spot Books Under Her Skin. She can be found supporting indie authors at HorrorTree.com via the weekly Indie Bookshelf Releases. She is an active member of the HWA and can be found at https://stephanieellis.org and on Blue Sky as stephellis.bsky.social.