The Long Hard Road Out of Hell
hiding them from Mother.
âTeddy, why didnât you take out the garbage?â
âHuh?â He was confused by her displaced question, her banal motherliness.
âOh, never mind.â She poked her cane at Angie with simple curiosity. âPut on your drawers.â
âMother, it wasnât my fault, she killedââ He quickly shut his mouthâMother couldnât know about Peg. She hated Peg.
âSheâs dead, huh?â
âMother, I didnât mean to kill her.â That was a lie.
âYou were watching her again,â Mother beamed.
âNo Mother. I never ever watched her. I promise I didnât.â
âYou did. She tells me.â
âNo Mother.â That bitch, she had told. He wished he could kill her again; she suffered too little.
âI told you not to do the nasty. And now I catch you doinâ it on your sister. What can I do with such a disrespectful boy?
Her rhetoric frightened him. What if she took away the television? What if she made him take those pills againâwhat had she called them? Saltpeter? He could fix that though. He was good at hiding them under his tongue and then throwing them out his window.
Although Teddy was taller than Mother, she overwhelmed him with her presence. She stepped over Angie and raised her cane to his head; she was varicose in her elegance.
âBad boys have to be punished. Thatâs how we keep a family together.â
Sharply, and with surprising force, she bludgeoned his head repeatedly until he collapsed, limp and denigrated on the carpet.
When Teddy awoke, he winced at the tugging pain at his eyelidsâthey wouldnât open no matter how hard he strained. Atop his naked groin he felt the cold security of Peg, and beneath him the gritty soil. Damn Mother and her sewing. He touched his eyelids and knew he would find the tiny knotted stitches binding his vision.
âTeddy,â she called from above. âYouâve been a bad boy. You wonât be looking at Angie anymore though, Iâve seen to that. Just like your father you are. I had to teach him a lesson too.â
He heard an earthy scrape from above and pleaded for forgiveness. âMother please, I didnât mean to look. Iâm sorry. Please, Motherââ
A scoop of dirt landed on his face, covering his nose and mouth; his arms were squeezed too tightly into the grave to protest.
âGot to keep the family together.â
Mother continued to fill in the grave as Teddy struggled to free himself; he wanted to spit but his mouthful of dirt prohibited any such action. Above, Mother babbled about discipline and Teddyâs punishment led to suffocation as his eyes seeped tears of blood.
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Brian Warner
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Margate, FL 33063
Hey Brian,
Thank you for âAll in the Family.â I like the idea, but I prefer something a little more involved. However, you write very well and very convincingly, and Iâm anxious to see another submission from you. But, Brian, I would first urge you to acquaint yourself with the unique type of fiction we publish by purchasing a subscription to NT . I can send you the next four issues for only $12 for your first year and $16 each year afterwards. I hope youâll take advantage of this savingsâmore than 35% off the cover priceâand join our bloody little gang. If youâre serious about selling your work to NT âpayment is two and a half cents per wordâthen getting to know the mag is your key to a quick sale.
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John Glazer, Editor
Night Terrors Magazine
1007 Union Street
Schenectady, NY 12308
Dear John Glazer,
Thank you very much for your encouraging response. Enclosed is a check for four issues of NT . I am eager to receive my first copies. In the meantime, I am sending you three new poems I
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