 6 Poems by Charlie Robert Luncheonette
Coffee. Glug. Juke. Slug. Booth. Red. Bug. Dead. Counter. Slam. Jelly. Spam. Kaiser. Bun. Bing. Done.
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 The Reluctant Corpse, By Roy Peak
by Roy Peak A re-run of the first - and maybe only - TGWiW fan fiction! (By the way, Uncle Morty agreed to the use of his photo but wants to make it clear that he is not the protagonist of this story.) Rennie turned the big oven up a couple of notches, opened the door, and pulled the toe tag off the corpse so he could file it for today’s work list. This was the third corpse being cremated today and he still had to clean out the oven afterwards before going home. It had been a busy week for the funeral business in Whistlestop, what with the annual Pruning of the Vicars Festival and all of those accidents at the corner of Poe and Bierce—seriously, when were they going to get around to replacing those missing stop signs? Rennie filed the tag with the others then turned back to the cart with the corpse on it only to find that the cart was bare. Alarmed—and who wouldn’t be?—he took a step back and glanced around the room. There he spied it, hunkered down between the wall and one of the prep tables, naked with a y-incision on his chest, wide eyed and looking a bit scared. |
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