LOVE POP
What started out as a wondrous wedding anniversary, ends with a mysterious POP. What was a wife, now a stain of blood, guts, and bones. The husband is speechless. The authorities are scratching their heads. Every sane mind is respectfully anxious. The chase is on! An exploding cult, runaway mental patients, endless bloodstains, a maddening manhunt, inside out people, a surreal dreamscape, and a boundless love fill the pages of this absurd and thrilling misadventure.
excerpt...
It happened fast.
It was in that moment of profound and euphoric truth that Peggy Olive Woods exploded into a cloud of red mist. Her insides painted the walls and stained the room around her. Guts, blood, and bone violently bounced around the moderately luxurious hotel room. Eliot froze in disbelief as he was soaked in his wife’s insides. Intestines and flesh draped from the ceiling swaying with the same elegant grace Peggy carried with her throughout her life. It was a sight beyond surreal.
Yet it happened.
Hours slipped away as room three-o-six remained motionless. Eliot was looking just passed the light that gave the room all of its shapes. Looking but not seeing. His mind was blank. Fingers locked around the tiny bottle in his hand.
Eliot has no recollection of the authorities escorting him in handcuffs with a sheet draped over his head. The hours of interrogation, the photos, the fingerprinting, strip search, even the barrage of shrinks and doctors were all a blur. Weeks of inquiry led to a closed trial. The only words that left his breath he spoke in the hotel room before he was taken away. He muttered an almost hollow sound. A nearly vacant wave of speech that fell out dead. Fell out lost and confused.
Fell out and said...
“She popped.”