Pieces of Poultry Part 2

Your only as sick as your secret, but this was only the tail end of his secrets, secrets buried so deep that not even he himself could exactly put his finger on the difference between what had happened and what he may have imagined. Never the less, it didn’t hurt him, so it only must have made him stronger. As he crouched on the outside of his housekeeper’s home he knew tonight would be over even before it happened. Leaving him teased by the feeling, what kept him looking for an experience that would satisfy such a hunger. The whole experienced seemed surreal, kneeling down he brushed his hands along the grass. Was it the same grass he had at his home? He thought to himself, Where the bricks on his house laid in the same way? .For a moment he just enjoyed the pleasantness of the experience, the calmness before the storm. The anticipation was a rush of ecstasy wrapped in delusion but Sam didn’t care this was the reality he enjoyed. Sam knew that his house keeper lived alone, that’s why he was so particularly surprised when young women in her early 20’s opened the door. For a moment they only looked at each other. Sam felt caught, as if he was wearing his intentions on his sleeve, caught and angry, angry that whoever this girl was she was intruding on a very special moment of his. She was trying to take something from him, going against his plans purposely. In anger Sam reached into his inside jacket pocket and when he removed it he extended his had outward in an arcing motion slicing a horizontal gash along the young women’s face. He had meant to slice her neck open, but he missed and in turn placed what now appeared to be another bloody mouth from cheek to cheek, slicing her upper lip open along with her septum and left nostril. The young women fell backwards and Sam stepped inside closing the door behind him never taking his eyes off the young women.