. . . I found a pair of velvet-coated antlers, three fingers reaching from an open palm still throbbing with platelet’s hot breath . . . I found a pair of velvet-coated antlers, three fingers reaching from an open palm still throbbing with platelet’s hot breath as...
We meet in what I can only describe as a violent way, in that he spots me as we both watch the old man die in the middle of Portage Ave. We meet in what I can only describe as a violent way, in that he spots me as we both watch the old man die in the middle of Portage...