The Cackling of One-Thousand Demons

Laughter like a machine gun.

She's at it again. I don't know what she thinks is so funny, but her laughter's serrated edges slice and dice with the proficiency of an experienced chef, my body reduced to stew-sized pieces, ready to be boiled. It could drive a man to kill, that sound. The hallucinogen-induced chittering of a thousand dolphins screeches in my ear as I fold into the fetal position of eternity.

Thank God it's over.