Francis' Flowers                                      Suspense

An excerpt from Chapter     1...

While the phantom wrestled the second plastic sack in the opposite direction, dark red-black fluid escaped from under the moonlit bag as though trying to erase the white square it rested on.  The putrid smell of decaying flesh permeated the air spreading its nauseating vapors through the basement.  When the smell reached the figure whom was carefully lowering the other bag into a hole below the floor, a grunted, “Shit,” came from the shadow.  Hurrying back to the bag that sat in the vile smelling pool of blood and decomposition fluids, gloved hands grabbed the top lifting and dragging the plastic shroud toward darkness and the hole destined as its resting place.  The strain created a tear in the bag’s side.  Moonlight briefly probed the opening disclosing part of a woman’s blue-fleshed face.  One eye starred sightlessly out of the bag.  The head was positioned in a manner leaving no doubt it was severed from its body.  The bag disappeared into the gloom, then quickly into the hole.  Gagging, followed by the sound of explosive vomiting, echoed through the basement.

The eulogy was brief, "Damned bitch."