In three great piles on the barn’s floor were pyramids of skulls with the antlers still attached.
Cranberries that weren’t lively enough, that didn’t bounce, got thrown away. You saved that information for future use.
I am one of those people who thinks about finding dead bodies.
He imagined Charlotte, holding her phone, looking at the same flickering three dots. Like the oyster crackers in the restaurant, stepping stones to somewhere.
The city came in their big white trucks. They planted two orange cones around the hole, one for coming and one for going. Then, they left.
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I demanded answers from him. Why was he here, in my house? What did he want from me?
Any time now. Any time. The nurse touched him every time she left now. Made that face.
When Denise tries on the T-shirt, Wise Owl stretches across her big boobs until the S licks one nipple and the O perfectly encircles the other.
I got jealous sometimes of the boys who liked Peggy. I wanted her to myself. She was the first friend I made at college. And the only one I ever cared to be around.