Chainsaw by dholl on

Eugene cranked the starter rope. The chainsaw growled, then died. “Aw, man.”

“What’s wrong, son?”

“Stupid chainsaw’s busted.”

“Well, let’s see. Did you turn it on?”

“Of course.”

“Prime it?”


“Check the gas?”

Eugene smacked his forehead.

“Sometimes it’s the simple stuff.” Dad filled the tank.

Eugene cranked. The chainsaw roared.

Dad gave him thumbs up. “Goggles, son!”

Eugene lowered his goggles.

Dad cranked his chainsaw to life. He ushered his son into Omega House.

Eugene couldn’t cut through limbs in one swipe like dad, but he disemboweled his share of frat boys.

He’d master the trade soon enough.

  1. A.J. Malcome says:

    Holy crap! I grovel at your feet, Despot! This is goooood.


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