Outlandish New Ways to Punish Strangers HTML version
For a brief moment, I contemplate leaving; an experience flashes, the time there
had been two blue-ink pens in a pocket that had fallen out in the drier and stained
everything. Tiny islands of color, blue, on all of my whites. A surprise like was
‚Um, soon. Any time soon.?
Then, I remember my brother’s call.
‚Actually, I can’t start until next week. I have to go to a funeral.?