“He could be a murderer you know… kill you with a silver hammer…”
With every step, the rucksack pulled me down to the pavement. Like the second-hand on a clock, my thumb uncontrollably rose with scattered hesitation. The car approached slowly as my heart speed away. The tinted window receded.
“Um, hi Dad.”
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Jocular Musical Approach to a Sordid Topic
Posted by Sammas at 7:30 AM
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