This is a place I dump things that I cut out of my short stories so I don't feel so bad about my dead word children.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
From "Night Watch"
He had a funny way of speaking, always calling attention to mundane, perplexing words. Split pea. Split pea, he had said to her one time. Table. Cloth. He was batty, and brilliant. But it was true that he smelled.
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