May 4, 2015

“The man with a gray face wept into his open hands, then pulled meat from the gutters. He dropped the flesh over the edge to fester on the concrete sidewalk blocks. I walked along below that rain and tilted my head when the red came down. Red dripped into my eyes and I blinked desperately to clear my vision. I thought I dreamed the meat but when I looked up, the meat was coming down faster and faster. The man laughed hysterically, waving in my direction, beckoning me near. Open your mouth, he screamed and my jaws came apart involuntarily. They sprang open like metal springs made up the jointed hinges. I caught the meat in my mouth and chewed thoughtfully. The meat tasted lean and I thought it might be buffalo.”


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