Then without him willing it, his head fell on the floor, and rolled towards the men, like a watermelon or a cantaloupe or a bomb. As if waiting for this, the men opened fire, and from Greg’s nostrils his last breath flowed weakly out.
When the men left, taking whatever was left of Greg with them, Jessica stretched her young body and threw two boxes of sugarless, salt-free MushedWheatTM cereal in the garbage and poured a carton of fat free milk into the sink.
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Table of Contents
Helpers
Home
Child of Dirt
The Catman Blues
Vacation
Off With His Head
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