October 3, 2016. (Guest Submission: Vincent Maslowski)
Short chapter this time. I'm tired and don't want to be plagued by the nightmares of Chapter 3 when I do the sleep.
-------CHAPTER 2--------
Steve and Martha continued down the curvy country highway to the bologna factory. A smell of spiced meats permeating the air; wafting through the car vents.
Martha began to salvate--the drips sliding down and off her spandex dress. Steve felt his taste buds pucker.
"We're almost there, dollbody," he eagerly glanced over, "to the bologna factory."
"Mmm, that's right we are." Martha was ecstatic; continually readjusting her dress, her chin slick with saliva. Steve's thighs began to shudder.
They took a right turn down a thickly wooded dirt path. Dead branches knicked and poked at the passenger windows as the Cadillac's bologna tires bobbed and bounced on the uneven earth. Steve felt he was relying more on his heart than his sight. The bologna factory was near. It was getting closer. Closer. It was----
Right there, beyond the cast iron sign, it stood. Rusted spires and deep red walls towering against the foggy sky. Steve pulled up alongside the greeting monolith:
'THE BOLOGNA FACTORY' was printed on its face in bright red. A typeface similar to comic sans.
Steve killed the engine. He and Martha slowly turned toward one another.
No words needed to be spoken.
They exited the baby blue Cadillac.