the cat’s in my lap

by Andrea Elizabeth

Silver Bullet was worth it when the paraplegic boy in his cool, gas powered wheelchair was alone on the bridge shooting fireworks when the werewolf came towards him, and just in the nick of time he lights his bottle rocket and shoots him in the eye. The next day the preacher has an eye patch. Only Steven King could pull that off.

This can all be explained by the preacher’s garage full of empty coke bottles and beer cans. Demons feed on sugar, you see. Recycling wont save you.