Good Fences

What’s the world coming to, when no one does anything about a car burning on the street? Someone should call the police. Just not him, he doesnt want to be accused of starting something.

  • Excerpt

    The headlights are still there, but most of the windows are long gone, like the eyes have been ground out of a body; the inside is a ruin, just lumps and shadows he doesn’t want to look at for long.

    He drops his head and passes by; there’s a crunch under his feet, and a spray of black ashes and glittering glass across the sidewalk ahead of him.

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