New York Story #33
If you could put absurdity into a mirror...
Mookie panicked and lifted his foot off the brake, but by the time it reached the gas pedal it was the foot of a dead man.
The child cried. Mothers screamed, “Somebody stop him!”
The bullet penetrated the neck of an eleven-year-old boy who was trying to protect his sister from the mayhem.
The only things growing along this path were weeds, syringes. Open needles stained with blood lay strewn along the sidewalk like the breadcrumbs of a tragic fairy tale.
Rat guts exploded like a watermelon hit with a baseball bat.
All he was worried about was this crackhead roach, Whiteout.