Frozen

For a moment, the only sound in the café was the slow, rhythmic drip-drip-drip of blood. The severed head rolled a few inches before coming to a stop, the lifeless eyes staring into nothingness. 

The headless body swayed for a brief, chilling moment before collapsing with a wet thud. 

Then the blood came. It gushed from the neck stump in thick, pulsing spurts, as if the body had only just realized it was dead. 

The first burst of blood splattered onto the floor, painting it deep crimson. 

The second spurt arced through the air, hitting a nearby table and spraying onto the already horrified crowd. 

And with the third violent gush, the café erupted into absolute chaos.

"BLERGH!" The first person gagged. 

Then another. 

And another.