Thursday, October 6, 2011

Twelve Little Indians

First published in Flashshot (2008)

Pamela remembered hearing Happy Birthday and thinking it was meant for her. She remembered the tires’ screech, the smell of burnt rubber, the impact as metal shattered brick, the screams of parents, the dying children, the police officer saying she blew a point-two-zero. She didn’t recall being locked in the cell with the other drunks.

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