FLESH TRAP: CHAPTER ONE

“You know it wasn’t your fault, right?” The bus’s empty gut lurched. Flesh hanging from his father’s cheekbone dangled above his collar, a dangerous pitter-patter of blood. “I would’ve just ruined her anyway.”

“Yeah, Dad,” Casey said. His hands felt sweaty against his jeans, alternately hot and cold from wanting to rip the meat from his father’s skull or push it back into place, preserving the semblance of his character. “I know.”

Horror story. Mystery story. Love Story. It’s Flesh Trap. Click above to read the first chapter.