Rorty: Part 6
By Mark Quinn
Rorty Part 6
By Mark Quinn
Again and again Christian brings the razor sharp axe down on to Mary’s neck until her head rolls with a deathly glare still on her face.
“Haha, Christian well done, fucking heads will roll for this haha!” Rorty screams out loud; at the same time Christian drops the blood soaked axe and exits the warehouse through the fire door. Several logistic co-workers come running down the warehouse, only to find Mary from the bedroom department in pieces, blood and skull matter all over the stock.
Three weeks later…
Two work colleagues are chatting in the co-worker restaurant.
“Remember a few weeks ago when Christian murdered Mary from bedrooms?” One asks.
“Yes I remember, they looked on CCTV and caught him running away,” the other replies.
“Yes and you know the warehouse is shut down and the police are everywhere?”
“Go on tell me the gossip.”
“Well you’ll never guess what happened last night on shift…”
“Fucking hell, go on don’t keep me in suspense!”
“Old Christian broke into the warehouse about 12.30am and was seen talking to himself like a fucking nutter, and then he started throwing cookshop stock all over the place.”
“What a nut job, did they call the police?”
“Yes, they had to in the end because a new driver on the forklift, poor bastard’s only been here a week, well he lost control of the truck with the forks at eye level and hit fucking Christian in the chest, the fork went right through him and pinned him to the lockers!”
“I take it he died?”
“Yes, blood everywhere, they said Christian’s heart was still beating for a few seconds whilst it was still on the forks, but believe this, the young lad, who was driving the forklift said he swerved because a fucking wooden spoon was in his way and he lost control!”
“No way! He killed someone just so he could miss a wooden spoon?!”
“Unbelievable aint it. A fucking wooden spoon.”
The End
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