Sunday, July 6, 2008


by Andrew Buford

"No," he begged, kneeling bloody at her feet. "You can’t! They’ll look for me; my mother, father, brother, and my friends. They’ll find you, and they'll kill you if you kill me." She laughed like a shrieking ghost. At his parents' house, on the fireplace, there stood a gold-framed picture of their only son.

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