“Christmas in the Park” by Shelby Fry “Of Sewers, Crocs, Thunderwaves, and Earned Wings”

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Killing Dick Warbler

I don’t think of her often, the muted version of myself constantly owned by the meaty hands who felt cold along my skin. Every moment I said yes, the light would stretch and the end would appear more distant than before. Sun rose and set with the barrel of a warm metaled gun to my chest, both my heart and my breast endangered. I shot him dead one day, and the eight months became nothing but a bad dream, and I was swaddled in the arms of another lover.