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 screamingThe Murderati piece is here.
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
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:
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