▲ Forbidden Planet, 1956.
Noah’s Ark: Round?
The NYPD took Herbert into custody from the guards at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. They’d wrestled him to the ground in front of a case of Sumerian antiquities, where he had been shouting gibberish and brandishing a recent copy of the Atlantic.
All the way to the station he wouldn’t shut up.
As they led him downstairs to the sub-sub-basement beneath Central Booking he continued his mad tirade.
They rounded a corner and led Herbert into a vast circular chamber whose walls exuded a sublime green glow.
Herbert’s face registered a glimmer of frightened realization just before the boys in blue peeled off their human masks and devoured him, flesh and bone.
This entry is part of Jack Rusher’s archive, originally published January 27th, 2014, in New York.