Blood and Mist

Travelling from the hospital, a nurse was decapitated. A wire had been strung over the dusty road that led to town. The bandit robbed her mangled torso and took her motorbike. If we had found him, we would have shot him and buried him in a ditch, Back then, everyday-monsters drifted like hill mist in that part of Northern Thailand. We also appreciated that the devil rode a Suzuki just like us, a pretty girl sitting behind him, singing sweet songs.