The chalky clatter of pills and plastic in her purse that might otherwise have camouflaged itself as white noise was, for him, a screaming rattle.
Illegal immigrants from Mexico call me a Coyote. Or at least they used to.
She holds herself as if she’s waiting for someone to tell her how to move, how she should conduct herself.
I’ll never go out there again.
If you write, you want to be read. If you speak, you want to be heard.
Someone please help me…
There are some things that are so inherently fucked that I can’t let them go, no matter how much I write about it. Like with the case of infamous hitman Richard Kuklinski or, as he’s better known, “The Ice Man”.
If they were not meant to meet, he wouldn’t have met her really.
“We’ve all been through things,” he replied, never breaking his smile. “And I get that.”
I should have known something was off by the puzzled looks on the police officers’ faces as my wife recounted everything that had happened.