Tenderly wept the taps, slipping tears of beer into his short clasp as if they knew then what we know now. He did not drink, but the stout fingers made clubs of the epithets he hurled randomly as he drove the men from the bar. And once gone he locked the battered black door through [...]
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The boy with the bracketed bones
They’d been in hiding, in their buff folder, those dusty X-ray films, since nineteen-ninety. Not that I’d been seeking – no, had I sought such I risked being unwrought (or so I thought). Like the night Ma said, she said, she did, that I had been conscious throughout. As we were driven to the American [...]