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He does mice first, then cats, dogs, and horses. Machines whirr. Cold stills their hearts. Under blue light, all things are beautiful. Futuristic. The UV lamps that wake them are not. An ugly fluorescent orange that reminds him of C-list movie stars and tanning beds. The scientist graduates to human...
- Fri Nov 07, 2014 8:18 pm
- Forum: Drabbles
- Topic: Grief is a Winding Road; Regret, an Endless Labyrinth
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Drowning himself in bad fruit cocktails, no doubt, whose cherry syrupyness has soured over these many quartered years. Love it!
He bears the burden of her eyes in a napkin folded inside his breast pocket. When he takes them out, the corneas feel like rubber, like dolphin skin. Her heart is gone, removed and shared with the dogs that live at the edge of town. She loved animals, and it wasn’t his to keep. But her eyes, they we...