Billy Hindle
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The same as corpse number two.
Teeth gone.
Ripped forcibly out, likely by pliers.
In their gaping, blood-dried holes, a tasteful reconstruction.
Metal fishing line and hooks thoughtfully wrenched this way and that around a central hidden pearl.
Baby teeth.
Baby teeth.
I bet if I check the other freezers, I will find the same.
I take the deepest breath of my life, eyes tightly shut.
One more body.
One more body.
My feet drag me to freezer number eight.
It slides open, wheels screeching like nails on a chalkboard.
The most charred body of them all.
The heart of the flames, where it all started, barely recovered by the firemen.
They're investigating for potential signs of arson now.
What story does this corpse tell?
Do the worn-torn fingernails speak to insanity?
Do its wide, yawning eye sockets whisper of a watchful, patient gaze?
An artist's appreciation?