The Little Things
By Billy Shears
Published: May 26, 2010
Published: May 26, 2010
You ever hit someone? Ever hit someone hard? And I mean “hard”? In the face? I hit some whore in the face, back a-while in Bonnieville when I was drinking, and I swear I heard her teeth rattle in her head. It was a little noise. You wouldn’t have heard it in a city, or even a large town, but out in the woods, in a hallway in a cabin, well – you hear a whole lot more.
Oh, they still came. They were everywhere he looked. Everywhere. They were on the streets, at the office, at the gym. In the rear-view in his car, he saw them walk backwards, caper, jump, point and scream. They hopped and scrabbled, babbling and moaning. Everywhere he went.
