Tiny bit of flash fiction for you guys
 Crazy Smart   The stench of death rose up like a cloud around him and he grinned,  inhaling with a joy he hadn't felt in years. There was nothing quite so  delightfully aromatic as the delectable coppery scent of blood pooling  and clotting.   He wasn't sure exactly when he'd felt so alive and  it gave him a thrill to know that his joy came from their  deaths. His  eyes moved lovingly over the shattered corpses at his feet and he sighed  "Oh, Tommy, look at what we've done now."   In his mind his best  friend grinned up at him from the belly of the corpse nearest him, his  enigmatic smile stained with the blood and effluence seeping from the  body he had been gnawing on.   In reality, Frank Gomez was standing  in his kitchen facing a corner caught completely  in his dreams, thoroughly believing he was standing atop the bodies of those who had  taken his son.   Ten years earlier Frank had been diagnosed with  schizophrenia. But rather than live a sort of half ...