Jonas
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Podcast Appearances
Clean white vertebrae spiraled out carefully, almost artfully.
Two small roofs were placed right in the center, like punctuation.
No signs of a carcass nearby.
No blood.
Just the bones.
It felt like a message.
Or a warning.
maybe both.
I didn't even lock the door behind me, just drove until the trailer disappeared in the mirror.
That night, I crashed at a cheap motel near Kingsford, kept the TV on, didn't even bother brushing my teeth.
I lay on top of the covers, fully dressed, shotgun propped against the wall, barely slept.
Next morning, as I was repacking my bag, I found the CD player right there on top of my clothes, which made zero sense because I was absolutely certain I'd left it from the counter inside the trailer.
I stared at it for a long time,
Then, without really thinking, I opened the lid.
Inside was a different disc, no label.
Just a shiny black surface with a single scratch down the middle.
I don't know what made me do it, but I hit play.
The kid's voice again.
Don't tell him no.
Don't tell him no.