Crazy Lou

By Darrel Bird

The time is right before the rapture and Crazy Lou talks to a white angel stamped on her bag. Driven to kill, her fate is yet to be decided in a world where insanity may be the merciful thing. A man, a woman and a child find her in the old mill just before she has passed over the brink of complete insanity.
***Please rate the story***
Thanks

• Language: English
• Publisher: Darrel Bird
• Release date: Nov 20, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310539923

Darrel Bird

Darrel Bird has written and published 47 short stories. He attended Bakersfield college, and is an avid motorcyclist.

Book preview

Crazy Lou

by Darrel Bird

Copyright 2014 by Darrel Bird

Smashwords Edition

Smashwords License Statement

This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be resold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

Psalms 34:7  The angel of the LORD encamps round about them that fear him and delivers them. (King James Bible)

Crazy Lou

Voices awakened her from a drugged sleep, and her eyes burned as they opened up to her cardboard world.

Hey, in there in the box? A voice called out at her feet.

She felt herself slipping as she was being dragged by her ankles. That is my box! And she was looking up at a tall fellow with a full beard. She had snagged her pack as she slept with it close to her chest. Another man stood beside him, grinning through broken, tobacco-stained teeth.

Kick the crap out of her, Mike! The other fellow glared down with hatred and contempt as he scratched at his privates.

The early morning light revealed a woman with torn and stained clothing. She had black going to gray matted hair that she had cut in chunks with a knife.

I’m going to teach this bitch a lesson. Mike shot the words through his teeth as he grabbed for the bag. She deftly moved it away, crushing it under her left arm.

Let's do her and then slit her throat, Mike.

Sure, we’ll leave her to the rats. Mike spewed that out with a string of expletives as he drew a wicked knife out of its holster.

Please, please don’t hurt me; I’ll give you something good. Her begging voice seemed weak as she cowered before the two on one knee.

Well, give it quick! The one called Mike said it, his eyes going greedy.

She shifted the bag down until she clutched it in her left hand. She looked at the green bag that had an angel stamped on it in white. It was a small angel, but she loved it, and she stroked the angel with her hand as it moved toward the brass zipper. She bent her head over the bag as she peered inside. Her hand moved inside the bag and closed over the straight razor. She straightened up and lunged at Mike, slicing cleanly through his juggler. Then her hand flew to the other one and sliced through his jaw and nose.

Both men looked at her in shock as Mike choked on his own blood. The other one screamed