The Pedophile

The ocean was as ebony as it had ever been The moon was ashamed of the situation, so she turned her back He dragged the seventy-eight-pound bundle to the edge. A child’s hand flopped out. He quickly looked around, to see if there were watchers. Putting the heavy bundle into the stolen boat was a chore. He cursed himself for choosing such an old victim. Four was usually his limit; this child had been seven. He rowed halfway to the cove and tossed the remains overboard. She went down down down down down down down down down. An empathetic cyber squid followed the progress Gladly retrieving a glowing sucker The one he had used to lure the child