
▲ 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.
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This entry is part of Jack Rusher’s archive, originally published January 27th, 2014, in New York.