Narcissus at Caldwell Park by Constance Malloy
He took the bullet between the eyes. So yes, in his third eye. A third eye absent perception or any higher vision.
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What Blooms by Constance Malloy
Sarah sat on the sofa, listening to her mother read, “It was an anxious moment for the watchers on the bridge. They looked and looked…”
Pigs Die by Constance Malloy
I envied the pigs their voice. They weren’t silenced. Well, not before the electrocution or before the Hog Sticker with his 18-inch blade sliced the swine’s throats as they hung upside down.
