Mannequin Fires

Friendly George, Man About Town

His teeth gnawed and wailed at her flesh, crunching and breaking the skin. As she let out a cry, the torrential rain battered the back of her throat, a feeling she had become accustomed to over the years. The street lamp was his spotlight in this grizzly performance and the rats were his audience, cheering and applauding his heroic efforts. As the curtains closed, a glistening puddle of Claret had collected at his feet. Like a two dollar whore on the first paying dick he pounced upon the pathetic droplets of blood and lapped it up off the gravel. He spat out the remnants of asphalt from his grateful mouth and disappeared into the darkness.