I made my way slowly to the bag. I could start to see the contents of it. I thought I saw – was there something in it? Someone in it?
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The Scarecrow Tales, Part II: Meat
At night, when Barb helps me lay down and tucks me in; when all of the lights go off and the respirators make their cough and hiss, I can still hear the dripping.
The Scarecrow Tales, Part I: Sam
“How can you be alive. You aren’t real,” Dahlia Ray looked him up and down as his head tracked her.
“I’m as real as you. As real as anyone,” he said.
