by Jackson Ferrell
In the waiting room, Chris watched the second hand creep around the face of the clock, listened to it slicing time into bearable chunks. He thought about Louis calling him a kiss-ass. He remembered the blood, Maddie in the way, Maddie's twisting leg. He thought about Mr. Cahill. And he thought about sinful natures.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Just a Child: Reasons
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