THE NIGHTLY CHILL
2019.10.15
By Steve Arviso

Grand Ghoulish, Part 10.


FIGHT THE DAWN!

As the sunlit sanity of the waking world burns the night to ash,
embrace the unbound madness of your wildest dreams,
laugh into the endless abyss of your darkest fantasies,
and rage against the coming dawn.

The Nightly Chill is the unstable experience of the mind and madness of Steve Arviso (@AmoralCrackpot). Mon-Fri. Ish.


CONSISTENTLY INCONSISTENT

  • WHERE STARS COLLIDE
  • GRAND GHOULISH, PART 10
  • TRACK OF THE NIGHT

We’re already halfway through October. What?


WHERE STARS COLLIDE


GRAND GHOULISH, PART 10

A titillating tale of twisted romance by Steve Arviso.

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Brennifer stepped out into the alley behind the gallery, and found Harold standing there beside his grandmother’s Ford, a large framed photograph under each arm, and one shattered to pieces at his feet.

“Everything okay?” Brennifer asked. “I heard screaming.”

“Yeah, it’s cool,” Harold replied. “I always scream when things are okay.”

She gestured with a nod of her head. “You need some help with that?”

“Nah,” Harold said, squeezing the two remaining frames into the Ford with the others. “This is the last of it. Sorry it took me so long to come back for all this.”

“It’s cool. I’m sorry nobody bought anything.”

“Yeah. But at least I got some work out of it.”

Brennifer puzzled this, then laughed. “Oh, yeah. That weird couple. How’d that work out?”

“Sophia’s not weird,” he laughed.

“Aw, shit,” she grimaced.

Harold blinked. “What?”

“You dumb bastard. How long have you been fucking her?”

Harold considered this, then doubled down. “What?”

When later asked by police to describe what happened next, Brennifer said, “The dude came up and knocked him the fuck out.” And this was more or less true. One moment, she and Harold are debating the ethics of marital infidelity in the alley behind an art gallery. The next, Harold’s kissing pavement while a very angry man stood over him.

“Wait,” the officer interjected. “You didn’t think to warn your friend–“

Brennifer shook her head, Nuh-uh. “Harold and I screwed a few times in the utility closet after hours. We weren’t friends.”

The officer looked at the pink-haired woman in front of him, wondered if she sold minerals or weed (Both, he decided. Definitely both.), then continued. “Right. So, you didn’t think to warn Harold that a ‘very angry man’ was about to start a fight with him?”

She shook her head again. “Not a fight–an ass-kicking. The guy threw one punch, then left.”

“Okay. But why didn’t you say anything to Harold?”

Brennifer considered this, then shrugged. “Maybe I thought he had it coming.”

To be continued…

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TRACK OF THE NIGHT

(Don’t Fear) The Reaper (1976) by Blue Oyster Cult


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YOU ARE NOT ALONE

THE NIGHTLY CHILL
Steve Arviso
2019

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