STORY

BUT YOURE BEAUTIFUL . . . she is wound to the wire.  
she carries one bag to the station and buys a ticket north.  
out of here.
but his head is a problem he thinks.  
hes not wrong.  
is he?
all the years of sunglasses and high collars and bad beards.
his head is a problem he thinks.  
or is it?
he is in front of the mirror looking deeply.
he is still there at dawn.
it IS  problem!
but he sees it then.
in the soft dawn light.
he is beautiful.
he looks at himself in wonder.
he is still there when police break the door in at the hinges.
he smells bad and he is bloated.
his head is a problem now.
his
smile
wide
and
ugly
in
death.