June 17th, 1994, 10:38:09 p.m.
By Will • Jul 16th, 2009 • Category: ExcerptActually, it was a switchblade
or more of a butterfly,
like a bayou sidearm or bucknife, bayonet.
Actually, it was a switchblade
or more of a butterfly,
like a bayou sidearm or bucknife, bayonet.
Little bones—most no bigger than marbles, some like long teeth—spill out.
He blinks. “What time is it?”
“Nine-thirty. Ten. Shrug.”
“Did you just say shrug instead of actually shrugging?”