Month: November 2018

Death is never a small thing

I could feel the violence, right to my core. I’d pulled a tick off my “tick-magnet,” Belle.  It was just strolling atop her minklike coat. I’d been cleaning my glasses, already had a tissue in my hand, so pulled it off with that. Its tiny legs quested. I folded the tissue and squished it. Hard.…

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