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Maria lived in the drainpipe in the culvert in range of the roar of the turnpike. Brackish, she remembered the wonder of the telephone.
— Conor Patrick (@conoriswriting) December 4, 2014
They put the baby in her cot a little after dark. It was snowing. They sat together at the kitchen table. Each drank a glass of cold water.
— Conor Patrick (@conoriswriting) December 19, 2014
Lee Hoyer walked to the peak of Mt Kline. To get out of the noise, he told his wife. At the summit they were building a cafe and gift shop.
— Conor Patrick (@conoriswriting) December 30, 2014
The boy dragged the antlered carcass from the side of the road. He dragged it headfirst through the afternoon. Maybe they could cook it.
— Conor Patrick (@conoriswriting) December 31, 2014
The children howled when given the ice creams, had what they pleased and jostled in the back seat. A hot day was a hot day, funeral or no.
— Conor Patrick (@conoriswriting) January 11, 2015
Sal found two dead baby pigeons on the sidewalk. Why were they together? He took a photo with his phone, went home, and got really high.