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[QuiteAlright]

I’m at the pride parade route, barricaded street every year. The float organizer with the “love is love” tattoo and the rainbow hair still believes this city belongs to them. I told them I was a sponsor with cash in the van.

In my daydream the van is parked under the main stage. I wire the float with nails and fertilizer. Then I have them tied to the steering wheel. I start with the blowtorch across their chest, slow spirals that melt the skin. I fuck the burned craters, feeling the heat still radiating into me. Blood and melted plastic mix. The timer is set for the exact moment the parade starts. I come inside the ruin and step out, leaving them conscious enough to watch the fuse burn.

The explosion turns the float into flame, rainbow banners burning, the crowd scatters.

I blink, and realize, the street is empty.

 

[Afton]

I’m at the pride parade route, barricaded street every year. The float organizer with the “love is love” tattoo and the rainbow hair still believes this city belongs to them. I told them I was a sponsor with cash in the van.

In my daydream the van is parked under the main stage. I wire the float with nails and fertilizer. Then I have them tied to the steering wheel. I start with the blowtorch across their chest, slow spirals that melt the skin. I fuck the burned craters, feeling the heat still radiating into me. Blood and melted plastic mix. The timer is set for the exact moment the parade starts. I come inside the ruin and step out, leaving them conscious enough to watch the fuse burn.

The explosion turns the float into flame, rainbow banners burning, the crowd scatters.

I blink, and realize, the street is empty.

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