The Black Bag of Fun by Tim Law

Zip goes the black sports bag, the sound makes me smile. The zipper once had a brand name but now only the “N” and “I” remain. In my line of work, sometimes you need to zip up in a hurry.

I open the bag lovingly. I know each tool homed within, simple, yet sinister every one. I unpack; holding the bicycle spoke to the light, then the hacksaw, the claw hammer, toothbrush with all but four bristles removed. As each item is displayed, I hear a whimper come from my captive.

“Are you ready to play?” I ask. “I am.”



About the Author


Embracing the dark he knew not was within; writer Tim Law is discovering the twisted monster that is his true self. When not cramped behind an old laptop, fingers madly keeping pace with the twistedness of thought Tim tries to regain the light so his family knows not his secret.