From Savage Spear of the Unicorn He lived alone. It had been years now. Women liked him once but these days he couldn’t get a Tinder match. One night he went to smoke a cigarette in the park. There was rustling in the sumac bushes. Something screaming; he ran to see what it was. Three coyotes had something pinned. It looked like a white pony, or maybe a giant goat. Some slave animal for Mexican kids’ outdoor birthday parties. Whatever it was it was terrified. The coyotes had clocked him but they were intent enough that he could get close to the big one. Give it a hard boot in the ribs. It was something he’d always dreamed of. Just as he’d dreamed, he felt a rib crack and the thing squealed and ran. The other two, toadies that they were, did too.
The Unicorn
You always do such a great job with the twist at the end. Reminds me of the plagiarized severance piece.
Depressing