Sometimes artists create things that drive them insane. For me, this is one of those things.
This might be my last short story for awhile. I’m about to begin one of the many other side projects that may or may not see the light of day. But the important thing is there’s about to be shit posts galore here.
So here’s the conclusion to Merry Christmas, Mr. Lorenz.
“I would say I’m gonna miss our exchanges,” Dr. Effington said.
“I bet you would,” Bill replied.
“But with your discharge, I take comfort in knowing I did my job well,” she continued.
Bill finished cleaning out his cell. He picked up his box of goods and walked towards Dr. Effington. “I suppose you did, doctor,” he replied, “I don’t know how to thank you.”
“Contribute to society…and don’t come back here again,” she said.
“I see,” Bill nodded, “please walk with me.”
Dr. Effington walked along side Bill as he carried his large box of personal belongings down the corridor. For the first time in years, he out of the jumpsuit and in his outdated civilian clothes. “I think I might miss this place,” Bill said as they strolled past the cafeteria.
“That’s not the intention,” Effington replied.
“I know, but I met some good friends here.”
Bill stopped by Sappy’s cell. “Sappy,” he said, “I think I might owe you one.” But Sappy continued to sit there silently with his usual shit-eating grin.
Finally the two approached the front gate. Bill signed his remaining discharge papers and Dr. Effington signaled to have the gates opened. In the cool Colorado air, the Doctor and the former inmate stood outside the prison walls. Bill sat the box on the ground and lit up a cigarette.
“Will anyone be here to pick you up?” Dr. Effington asked.
“Soon,” Bill said, “but like I said, doctor, I don’t know how to thank you. I didn’t realize until this Christmas how alone I was in this world. Everyone I know is either dead, in prison, or want nothing to do with me.”
“I promise you will find loved ones on the outside,” she replied.
Bill shook his head. “No,” he said, “there’s nothing for me out here.” He then flicked his cigarette away. “You see doctor,” he continued, “I know what you…what all of you…were trying to do to me in there. I appreciate it, I really do. But that’s not reality. This world, this new society, I just don’t get it. I have no friends. Just enemies.”
Bill then pulled out his leather-handled knife, complete with the shank stolen off of Sappy which was now fully sharpened. “I’m sorry doctor, but there’s only one form of intimacy that gets me off,” he said.
He then thrusted the knife into Dr. Effington’s side. Blood gushed out of her and she collapsed to the ground.
During Bill Lorenz’s autopsy, after being shot down by the guards, it was determined that he ejaculated moments before death.