July 9, 2018

“I could not leave the refrigerator but the milk man came and went. With each return, I smelled blood more strongly. I sniffed the milk, the floor, myself, but the blood only grew when the milk man was near. I looked at his fingers and saw that his nails were crusted with blood. I found a blood splotch on his left cheek, a red smear behind his right ear. The milk man had blood in his hair, blood on his throat, blood on his thighs…”

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