A warm welcome to Charles Gramlich, our guest author this week on Pen of the Damned! Check out his morbidly awesome story, ‘When You’re Howling’.
I watched the crazy bastard staggering across the shit-colored wasteland like some post-apocalyptic bindlestiff. He gestured wildly at Heaven and Hell, screaming in some dead language. But a bandana-wrapped poke dangled from the cane over his shoulder. Maybe it held food; I was starving.
A big boulder hid me. The dude walked past. I rose up behind him, cleared my throat. He spun around, and if he’d had a gun he would have shucked it. I had one—a cheap piece of blue-steel crap from before the world went to rot. But I didn’t shoot. The man was ugly as sin. On one side. The left side of his face…squirmed. I didn’t want to look too closely. But the right side was beautiful—uncomfortably beautiful. I looked away.
“I’ll take those goodies,” I told him, gesturing at his poke.
Suddenly calm, he pulled the cane off his shoulder and tapped the bandana-wrapped…
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