Sunday, October 5, 2014

"Snow Fallen" by Dolly Reynolds in decomP

He might have killed that lady in the reservoir, that pretty lady with her puppy and her soft brown hair and the small red freckles on her white, white neck—that lady all alone who kept screaming after he pounded her head with his fists and threw her down the ravine—until he went down after her, and wrapped the leash tight around her neck. Read story here.

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