“Celery Johnson, singer-songwriter of Pop Hit Amanda’s Front Teeth, was found dead in—”
Celery opened the fridge. The song played lightly in the distance. Her front teeeeeeeth. Beer wouldn’t do it. Not this time.
Are gaping hoooooles. His dealer’s ring tone nearly set him off. He shook and shivered.
“Take the call, I can wait.”
He picked up chips and beer from the QuickMart. It didn’t play on the PA. It played in his head.
I punched ‘em.
His ghost watched the investigation. The song in his head was on slightly different tempo than the version on the cops’ cellphones.