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A gravely ill man was waiting for me in a village ten miles distant.
Felicia knew why he was there. He was waiting. Waiting for her.
“Maybe you should leave the rumba to those who know how to do it.”
For all the stories they’d concocted, the real one electrified them.
We never really had what might be considered a normal conversation.
I needed a paycheck a lot more than I needed to be kissed.
On my way to the airport I hit a Christian. This was in Arkansas.
The hound, the leash, the fence, the hens. So many of them.
Tony’d had guns pulled on him more times than he had toes.
She countered the reverence of his efforts stroke by stroke, tit for tat.
He was gentle and slow, like a blind man washing dishes.
I can’t talk yet. But I know things. I will tell you all this later when I can.
A Good Samaritan refused is no more good than any Bad Samaritan.
Keely finally stops crying when they step outside. The shock of cold.
The man protested, I didn’t do anything. He needed the job. I only kissed her.
He sees the slight swelling of her breasts in the open collar of her blouse.
We loaded the packs and started down, into the bluing of dusk.
Three fingers had been cut from her right hand, two from her left.
Too bad there is no oil between her legs that 4-year-old Muslim girl.
Wishing he could change everything, knowing he can’t. That’s the blues.
See no evil, hear no evil, speak
no evil, eat a banana.
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