Sudetenland Tales by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

Sudetenland Tales

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fuckin’ tough guy, and you’re holding up my important schedule, sissy boy.”

So to show this dickhead how gangsta I am, I decided to kill him.

Since I planned on holding him captive for a few days before I cut his ass up, I went and salvaged some pallets and scrap metal from the local junkyard, and used them to construct a makeshift cage in my basement.

There were two small problems with my murder plot, however: the intended victim’s wife and toddler age son.

How could I put his wife through such hell, deprive that innocent tot of his daddy? I realized I’d never be able to live with myself after unloosing such agony on these people, these virtual strangers to me.

My solution to this problem, however, was simple: I’d kidnap and murder the wife and child too. That way they’d never have to experience the loss of the husband-father, never have to adjust to a life without him, never have to work through that terrible grief.

Only there was a slight problem with my solution: the couple’s parents.