I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for summer to be over. I’m sick of the sun and the heat.
I hope you enjoy another installment of “Pieces of You.”
With Scream and Axes,
PIECES OF YOU
While they had been unpacking, Kerri had found herself going through one of Joe’s boxes. She had tried to tell herself that she was unpacking, that she wasn’t looking for anything, and that she wasn’t snooping. She told herself she was acting crazy and that she needed to stop, yet something in her brain told her to continue rummaging through his things. Then she found it. Under a folded pile of polo shirts, her fingers touched something different, something that didn’t belong in a pile of shirts. This must be the thing she had been looking for. She pulled out an oversized white envelope, with nothing written or stamped on the outside. Inside, she found five pictures. Kerri flipped through them.
Each picture was a woman, each one seemingly asleep with her eyes closed, and each one completely nude. Three were in bed, on sheets she recognized as being Joe’s, one on a couch, also Joe’s, and one on a sleeping bag in a tent. Her mind came up with a hundred horrible reasons for these photos in a just a few seconds. She wondered if these pictures were connected with what they had been receiving at their front door.
On Tuesday, they received two arms folded into a pistachio-green suitcase. Kerri noticed that one of the arms had a tattoo of a skull. Joe’s eyes widened when he saw the tattoo. Though he didn’t say anything, Kerri wondered if he recognized it. Joe suggested they get a security camera. He bought one that night, but couldn’t figure out how to set it up properly. He left it attached to a porch beam anyway, hoping just its presence might scare off whoever was doing this.
Kerri waited as long as she could before confronting Joe with the pictures she’d found. Marching to the living room with the photos in her hand, she snapped at him,
“What the fuck are these?”