Falling snow pricks my face like needles.

With your hand on my arm you stop me to ask; -Why can`t we just be?

I pull my arm away.

We continue on our way.

Later the night I take off the heavy fabric of my pleasantness.

In the morning neither one of us is laughing.

Orange walls are giggling.

After facing his social incompetence Valtteri grew a beard and bought plastic companion from the internet. Girl, silicon made to picture perfection, soon became more dear to Valtteri than any one of the previous companions he had had before.
Plastic companion would never grow old and would always keep her perfect figure. She would never find better man than Valtteri and what`s best she would never disagree with him of anything! With her Valtteri didn`t have to worry about coming too soon during the sex or worry about getting it up. And he could also beat her up without worrying awkward bruises.

At grandma`s place I once saw my Grandmother on all fours in her own piss, drunk with her naked ass showing everywhere. It reminded me of some sort of perverted full moon. Next morning she would Blame the cat for peeing on the floor.

OK, so that is me. Something like eight years old I quess, standing outside the school I went then, waiting for my dad to come take me home. It has been freezing cold for days and days now, but no serious snow has yet hit the ground.

All the other kids have already gone and I watch my breath draw white clouds in the cold air, waiting. When I see my dad walk down the street.

He goes through the mandatory routines of asking how my day was, before we start heading towards home.

Past the old fire station. And past the bridge over our town river.

...and when we are half way from home he starts complaining about the cold and how he needs to take a shit. And I say;
 -Yeah dad. But we are only half way from home. You just need to hold.

Then suddenly he stops and goes all stiff and let`s go of my hand he`s been holding the most of our walk and I`m like; -Dad you all right?

More than soon I realize, my hand ain`t the only thing he just dropped, when suffocating smell of warm shit invades my nostrils in the cold weather that seems to solidify the smell. That moment my jaw really dropped and it has stayed that way ever since.

After he is finished with laying one in his ice fishing overalls he calmly shakes his left pant leg, dropping the turd there in the sidewalk.

Takes my hand again and we continue our way home.

Later that winter the temperatures dropped even lower and frost broke all the radiators in our house.

My mom was there all by herself.

And there were pools  of frozen water, where she was found lying dead.

I´m just driving around, when something peculiar caught my eye...

I immediately pull over to find this body of a young dead girl.

I take a quick glance around to make sure there is no one else around, pondering if I should fit the body in the trunk of my car or come back later.

I decide not to take the girl home, but to come back better equipped. Before leaving I cover her up properly with the plastics she was wrapped in. Hiding her deeper in the ditch.

When I get back it`s already dark, but I find my girl easily.

I take out the saw I brought with me and start to work on the girl.

I salvage her right leg from knee down plus her head. For a moment there I think about cutting off her breasts, but then think to myself - Why bother.

That night before getting to bed I set her head on the cupboard that works as my nightstand so that she can see everything.

...and start to suck on her toes while I masturbate. Tomorrow I will take some photos of her when I wake, before getting rid of her.