Wednesday, February 5, 2014

"Life of Salvage" by Frank Bill in Beat to a Pulp

There was that heathen side of Tobar that wanted to ball Molly's strands between his digits. Violently swivel her in odd directions or plant a palm into her tangy orifice till he willed in her the obedience he sometimes desired. Do as his father, a shade-tree mechanic by trade, had done to his mother countless times when Tobar was developing his learning curve of how men who come from the life of salvage sometimes treat the women who sacrifice their whole beings away for the love of their offspring and providers. Read story here.

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