Monday, October 1, 2007

The Devil

She had a stone in her shoe, beneath the arch, and when she stepped it sent rushes of hot water to her head. By the time they got to the car, her face was white with nausea. For god's sake, why didn't you stop? he said. She thought of the three miles, the trees like towers of salt in her vision, the wrecked hinge of her lung. How could she answer, him most of all?

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