The Thing Beneath

He kept the head until the lasthe always didit gave him pleasureto open the fridgeand see the dead eyesstaring at himas he reached for a cold beer.The other partshad been wrappedin several parcelsthen scattered around the town.They would be found:he expected that,needed it.Discovered;by dogs on their walkchildren playing in the parkthe garbage manthe mailboxof an unsuspecting neighbor.But now a sadnessas he wrapped the headcarefully combingthe long blonde hair.He would mourn its loss,for a while,until the replacement.