Ezariah had money in his pockets, booze in his bottle. All was right with his world.
Until the knife that separated his head from his body with one savage slice.
So there was his head, staring back at him. It was puzzling. How could he see if his eyes were down there on the ground?
His body was there too, sprawled and bloody.
A car stopped.
“Help me!” Ezariah shouted, “Help me!”
A woman screamed. A man stared at the headless body, horrified.
“Hey buddy, help me!”
The man turned, eyes wide. Then his screams joined those of the woman.
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