In Pieces

Walking absent-mindly past a construction site my usual slack jawed D- Face was stupified into a Mr. Bean like gasp of horror when I realized that the dark lump next to my feet was a severed human hand.

Two men watched my bewilderment. They sliced at their throats with their pointer fingers to signal that the owner had left this world in pieces. His hand clung to me, a gripping momento mori.


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