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WANTED

By Steve Dixon



It’s dark. I check my watch. Its close to twelve

The midnight sleeper from Phoenix has just pulled in

 

I clutch onto worn ticket stubs. I can’t lose these

The latest one reads 23A; an aisle seat

 

But then, I stop cold.

A poster at the bus station

Displays a horror;

 

WANTED: Gustav Jackson

aka The Cardinal

 

MURDERER

(His latest victim.

19 year old Malory Tomkins)

 

SATANIST

(Decapitated and left to

decompose on a disused church’ altar)

 

RAPIST

(Communion cups smeared

with menstrual blood)

 

Morbidly fascinated

Aroused even

Senses heighten

Pulse racing

 

Vivid dreamlike scenes engulf me;

Mutilation

Ritual Sacrifice

Wanton lust

 

This mugshot isn’t the face of pure evil. This is not the killer

They’re looking for the wrong man.

 

The last passenger disembarks. She’s young,

Beautiful and blond. She drops her ticket.

 

ROW 12

I’m free.

 

SEAT B

To kill. Again.


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