Blood Offering
He swayed in the quiet, his manuscript in one small hand, and read aloud about the pineapple lamp. A truck rattled the classroom’s gothic windows. Glancing toward the noise, he saw the two, banished from row-desks for shooting paper clips at Mrs. Stumpf’s ass. Starrett’s eyes, crushed to lines by fat, shifted dangerously to Kosek’s. And seeing that, Joshua Gibbons… Read more →