When the boy lifted the candle holder over the sleeping figure on the bed there was neither anger or hatred in his heart nor any sign of fear in the man who smiled slightly still remembering the night as it had been.

before the heavy brass objet d'art hit him hard on the temple above the ear cracking the skull instantly driving his mind deeper into his dreams without any of the poetry of fear repeatedly hitting him until his head split open with a terrible deliberate rhythm of destruction that did not stop to consider anything but that it was necessary to remove all chances of discovery on top of so much guilt-

O God let me be punished his young heart cried and his body awakened again at the thought of what he had done and responded to the sense of death and blood so that he opened his pants again and worked himself off and came with a tight

short orgasm over the bedclothes and the sheets and the man gored with his own blood Jesus Jesus! Death had come instantly

on wings remarkably swift or like a lover who comes full of surprises that may not

be touched on until the very last minute:

The morning hung hours away over the sleeping city as the boy with the strange elation and wonder

of deliberate cruelty and ultimate release

no matter how momentary enough to last

got in the man's car and drove for the rest of that night through the streets-

DIGY