The first three paragraphs of my story, Saving Evan, the twelfth story appearing in my erotic horror collection titled FUNEREAL DISEASES OF THE MIND: Fifteen tales of dark erotica.
SAVING EVAN
I remember the one time my roommate Evan raised his voice to me. Tonight, precisely one year after the occurrence, I can still distinctly recall every detail of that evening.
“What have you done? What in God’s name have you done?” he’d shrieked.
In those days, the existence of God was a notion even more abstract to me than home-cooked meals or loving parents or hot showers with perfumed soaps, so I laughed at him. I laughed reflexively, used the still-smoking revolver at the end of my arm to wave him off, not knowing the reason for the terrified flaring of his nostrils.
Grab those side-irons, saddle up and join former Civil War sharpshooter Luther Henry for a ride into pure terror, western-style…think ‘Wild Wild West’ meets ‘The X-Files’.
