"Disposable"
by Edward Martin III

I could hear Tony telling me through what remained of his teeth "She's just a hooker, man! No one gives a damn what happens to her!" But I could also remember hearing the dogs at the junkyard. The feral dogs. Eating. "I do," I said. This time I aimed higher and this time it worked.

the end

© 2004 Edward Martin III

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