Delicious Foods

February 8, 2018

After escaping from the farm, Eddie drove through the night. Sometimes he thought he could feel his phantom fingers brushing across his thighs, but above the wrists he now had nothing. Dark stains covered the terry cloth wrapped around the ends of his wrists; his mother had stanched the bleeding with rubber cables. For the first hour or so, the divot-riddled road jostled the car, increasing the young man's agony, and he clenched his teeth through the sickening pain. 

 

 

 

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