A Cut Above
Sandy? Ok, care to clue me in on exactly what happened here?
Well, our Grand Matriarch, the Lady Miss Keir, said we must spill some blood to appease the Earth Mother to allow our crops to grow and our souls to thrive.
So the soil could yield its abundance and this drab little town might be happy.
Crops? You mean gardens…farmlands?
Gardens are important, don’t you agree? Everyone should feast on greens now and then and the best are grown organically. However, the Earth Mother must be appeased to create harmony.
Yes, with blood.
And that’s why the dead, nude salesman is lying in a bean field with his clothing neatly folded and his penis in his pocket?
Of course, he was a willing participant. Naomi kept him aroused and he died smiling.
Aroused? You don’t mean…
Not too aroused, if he’d spilled his seed it would have ruined everything. He said he was so happy he could die. You should have seen him gasping for air with a lopsided grin. He was almost in heaven; we just opened the door.
Heaven? He was castrated! You castrated a 62 year old man to grow beans and cucumbers? What the hell!
His name was Mr. Sagittarius. That was his ritual name. Every sacrifice must have his name spoken before the ritual is initiated. We read that online. And it wasn’t just for our gardens, it was for ourselves. Life is a celebration, but not for everyone. Even our children will grow tall as corn if we’re willing to give life to the soil that gave it.
With human blood?
With warm blood. The warmest comes from an erection. And Mr. Sagittarius was fat and full of blood. Now our Grand Matriarch is convinced the drought will pass and the Earth will be blessed…and bless us. Why waste blood in unsanctified wars. I read that in a blog somewhere.
Aoooookkkayyy…Do you realize you and the ‘sisterhood’ have just committed murder? And as much as we’d all like to be tolerant of every religion’s exotic…practices, no jury on earth is going to grasp the logic of your argument. No one can just make this…go away.
But aren’t you the chief of police? And a former trustee? And you’re the only person, other than us of course, that’s even seen the body. You can remedy this easily by letting the Earth Mother take Mr. Sagittarius back to her kingdom.
And the rest of you?
Just let us go. Let me go. You wouldn’t let them send me to jail…would you Daddy?
My God, I… you learned all of this on the net?
Daddy, telling is ridiculous. Hints are so much more appealing because…they say so much…and so little.
You never noticed me, I could have changed color or grown a foot taller or two feet shorter and you wouldn’t have known because you’ve always embraced clues but not whispers. I’m the same and I’m different and I’m good and…not so good. Didn’t you wonder who left you those books?
Wha…books? On religious practices?
In ancient societies, yes. I just wanted your attention, at first. You didn’t love me like you used to, but I was okay with that because no one ever loves anyone else that way anymore. But Lady Miss Keir and Naomi taught me how to change that.
Sandy, what are you talking about? You don’t really mean that this…ritual…was meant to draw us closer, do you?
That depends on you. I just wanted you to abandon your rituals and embrace mine. You’re only my stepfather, really. How could I expect you to understand?
I can’t imagine what you…mean.
Yes you do. Even Earth Mothers need a Year Father.
Yes, they’re allowed to live a year on nothing but pleasure. Would you like to be mine?
Sandy, I’ve known you since you were eleven when your Mom and I got married. Who the hell are you now?
Time to make a decision, Daddy, before the blade strikes…
Oh my G…