Sunday, April 26, 2015

the boy

was starting to cough in his lap
with no boy’s knees
he staggered
the pistol in his shoulder
they came to a vanished road
lifted him over nothing
it’s okay he said and picked
and set off
he dropped down
he turned and stood
dropped to his knees and leaves
he wiped gore and mute
in the long cold
down he heard them
there was a cough
so frail and thin
“Pinch an Inch” PoMoSco challenge – use words in a one-inch width of source text.
Source
McCarthy, Cormac. The Road. New York: Picador, 2006. Print.

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