Wolf at the Door
“You know me, my sources always stay anonymous.”
Yeah, most of them stay anonymous because they never existed in the first place.
The quick comeback, the zinger that leaves the room gasping. Signature moves to be sure, and also the kind that left Larry stuck in a bed up at St. Ignatius for three weeks.
They had a couple of baseball...
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We are all of us, watching a woman being whipped.
There are cow eyed women up there, helping hold her down, they whisper awful things between the sounds of the wet impacts and the screams.
There are brutes with guns too, the politicians standing behind them remind us that the first to try and stop it will get shot.
We must stand here and endure...
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Spit it out
12 Kilos
The ancient woman is there, slowly cutting up the carrots and mealy potatoes that Garrett had gleaned from the garden earlier. She doesn’t jump or startle when Garrett comes awake howling like a vivisected animal. She doesn’t even stop her slow and deliberate cutting as she clears her throat.
“You do that a lot.”
Garrett isn’t even fully aware of...
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"12 Kilos,
The Good One
There was no moment of feeling suddenly tired, no realization that sitting down and leaning back in the old lawn chair was probably a bad idea. One moment Garrett was closing his eyes for a moment to try and focus, clear the cobwebs, remove the old ghosts and the bad thoughts, the next he was laying in a soft down...
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This is the sound of a fucking gun and this is the sound of your world collapsing.
