October 23, 2023
The placebo doctor bit into his thumb. He let loose his lies. They erupted up from the depths of his psyche.
The serpent girl was strapped to the table. She was overcome with horrible emotions. The darkness took hold of her. She lost her mind.
The soldiers fighting through the plains of battle felt a shift. They glanced at one another. Then they sought their captain.
“Where’s Captain?” Cried an ol’ boy.
“He’s in the trees,” said his buddy, as he pointed towards the old Russian forest.
“Where’s Captain?” Cried an ol’ boy.
“He’s in the trees,” said his buddy, as he pointed towards the old Russian forest.
The men sauntered into the darkness. The air became cold.
“How about a fire?” Suggested the doctor’s son.
“We don’t have time,” growled the butcher. “Keep yo’ lips sealed. Unless you wanna be seal meat.”
“Eh?” Said the butcher’s son. He felt out of the loop.
The soldiers emerged into a clearing. The sun was setting. The bloody sky was a real thing of beauty. The men found themselves frozen in awe. They thanked their lord for his generosity.
The men eventually came across a beaver. The mammal was chewing at an old tree. One of the soldiers crept up close and took a photograph. He then removed his notebook and pen and sketched a wonderful impressionist portrait of the critter.
“What a wonderful illustration!” Said the doctor’s son.
“Thank you,” grunted the portraitist. “I studied in France before the war. I had to work part time as a chef. My family was poor and could not afford to put me through school. I worked nights. I prepared the ingredients. The fancy chefs came in the morning and baked my preparations. They served them for all of France! I take great pride in that. I placed health in the belly of that most beautiful bosom of Europe!”
“Thank you,” grunted the portraitist. “I studied in France before the war. I had to work part time as a chef. My family was poor and could not afford to put me through school. I worked nights. I prepared the ingredients. The fancy chefs came in the morning and baked my preparations. They served them for all of France! I take great pride in that. I placed health in the belly of that most beautiful bosom of Europe!”
“What’s that noise?” Whispered the butcher.
The soldiers became still. They cupped their ears.
The faint sound of a whimpering man could be heard. The soldiers looked up into the branches.
“Is that Captain Blonchides?” Whispered one the soldiers.
“Captain!” Shouted the butcher. “Um- it’s your men! Your soldier boys from England!”
“Captain!” Shouted the butcher. “Um- it’s your men! Your soldier boys from England!”
The captain paused his bout of misery. He peered down. “You’re just in time, boys! Come up and join me! We’ll enjoy the winter solstice from amongst these branches!”
“What about this beaver?” Asked the Doctor’s son. “Won’t be bring us crashing down?”
“That’s neither here nor their,” said the Captain reassuringly. “Come and join me. We’ll sing of war and victory!”
The men struggled to ascend the thick tree trunk.