Moon, Don't Cry

This is a short story, er flash fiction piece Im working on. I still gotta make revisions, I guess. Enjoi.


Moon, don't cry.


The rain beat down on the pavement. It was akin to if hell had a dreary day..

"Hey man, you need a ride to practice?", the voice slithered out from under the slowly descending window.

Jeremiah didn't know what to think. He had just yelled at his mother, and thus now had to walk the 3.4 mile trek to a grueling practice. In the rain. It almost seemed like god was doing him a favor, letting this nice man in the luxury car take him to practice. Besides, Jeremiah thought, "if he try any gay shit, I could stick him in the face and get out".


The invitation accepted, the door opened. Jeremiah sunk in, and began to put his seat-belt on, and as he turned to complete the process, he was erased.

With the ferocity and efficiency of a shark attack, he was extinguished, but that's not to say the postscript to this process wasn't a long arduous and grueling macabre experience. Mr. Luxury fancied making sure that when his work was eventually discovered that it would be so surreal, thus requiring forensics, therefore taking it a little longer then usual to eventually find him.

But right now, that didn't concern him. Getting all four garbage bags out of his trunk and into the river were the most pressing.

The task accomplished he began to drive back to the city, the sun slowly retreating behind the horizon.

On the side of the road, a figure walking home, drenched in rain, walking sluggish. A lamb.

"Hey man, you need a ride home from practice?", the voice slithered out from the slowly descending window..