by Howie Good
Night crowded around, so dark I didnâ€™t notice the shadow with red freckles on one hand raise a pistol with the other. The unwounded fled faster than the general laws of physics could explain. When did mercy become another thing to especially avoid? I slept under the For Sale by Owner sign on your lawn. It wasnâ€™t safe anymore to think out loud. Rumors circulated through town as to why. Somebody said it was the woman upstairs; somebody else, electronics assembled in China. I felt cold spread like a stain of angels and rust along the inside of my skull.