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When we woke up, it was nearing five on the clock over the vestibule that glowed in the dark, and we were sobered a little and naked before the altar. We didn't hug or kiss, just dressed quickly and stumbled through the dark trying to remember how we'd gotten in. Then we ran through the cold autumn night as if pursued by Furies, but those were only in our heads... [More]
...he bolted from the car and out into a field of tall grass that hid his legs and she thought he'd gone crazy. And then he dropped into the grass and all she could see were his arms raised to the blue sky. Then he screamed, and the sound of it hit her in the chest like a spear and he kept screaming and screaming like a dying thing. She'd never heard anything scream like that before. He filled the sky with his pain, and a flock of crows burst from the grass and winged away... [More]
She turned the knife over in her hand.
"Do you think he'll come?"
He watched her over the porcelain rim of his coffee cup. She sat at the white formica table, the oversized menu open before her, covering the silverware and paper placemats, turning the knife over in her hand... [More]