Soshanna Shy

NUMBER NINE He had given it some thought and decided the best part was when she got a glance of his Colt .45 Pulling himself out he heard her voice cold as clay You kill me buster and this whole town will hate you He showed her his smirk so she could see how he felt threatened by the whimpers of matrons in her church of sagging shoulders What would she come up with if he gave her the warning the next words she were to speak were going to be her last? If he recalled correctly it was the redhead with the locket who whispered in his ear how Jesus was watching and then was astonished that didn't change his mind When he had tried to get this one to murmur hot rod harder she refused to do it and wouldn't lift her thighs so of course it was no good Never was like he imagined on the beds of motel rooms far from the thicker roads that threaded through his pocket maps like veins beneath the skin Previously Pubbed in chapbook by Pudding House Publications ********************************************** THE SILVER LINING A plane crashed in the Everglades on Mother's Day the college seniors the custodial fathers the women's team who won the volleyball play-offs-- how could their mothers not take it personally? but then maybe there were people on that plane the world can do without the cartographer who infected 6 people with HIV the boy scout leader who was plotting his suicide in the school gym the CEO who wanted to axe 700 employees for a profit margin Maybe people were on that plane whose death was a relief even to their mothers Previously pubbed in Brouhaha

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