What We Buried
Robert Rotenberg
"He’d been shot. Bad. Angela was here with him. Good. What else was good? He searched his brain. He wanted something else to be good."
"He’d been shot. Bad. Angela was here with him. Good. What else was good? He searched his brain. He wanted something else to be good."
"Someone’s there. Someone who sounds like they’re having as bad a day as I am."
"There was nothing this woman said that I did not like. Her sentences were pithy, like a combat general’s orders in the heat of battle."
"With everyone gone into the yard, or upstairs, the Shadow Man enters the house."
"I left work early to beat the storm, but I’m barely going to make it back to the island."
"Looking down across the New Town and beyond from this height, nothing was stirring. It was like the zombie apocalypse without the zombies."
"Her eyes are hard and the smile she was wearing is gone."
"He was a serial killer. Not someone worthy of love."
"I shouldn’t be surprised he has betrayed me again. Fool me once, and all that. But this time it’s business."
"Despite all that Mimi Jackson knew, the chicken fajitas still looked good. Smelled good, too."
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