Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Croyden Calling

Today on Murderati, the inimitable Ken Bruen (Cross, Ammunition) presents us with a gorgeous piece that reads like a prose poem and feels like a gift:
After my friend is released from hospital, I buy a large bunch of flowers, go to see Mairead and her bed is vacant, I ask the nurse where they moved her, she says, her whole body screaming

knackered !

from too many shifts and without any malice or bitterness, just the facts, the words

“Oh she died.”

She is too tired to be nice

Moves on
The Murderati piece is here.

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