All alone in this world. No friends, no family, no joy. Ever since the day, the fateful day of the freak cow accident.
Trust life to work like that—there you are, minding your own business, and BAM! There are the cows.
It’s all my fault, really, just like my bad childhood was my fault. A locked closet and two jars of honey… well, that wasn’t my fault. I should just kill myself, but life is against me. Everything is against me. No gun.
“Hey, bud.”
Over in the alley, in the shadows, is… someone. I
Published on May 10, 2009 07:08