Saturday, April 23, 2016

I Hate Cars (Ancram, N.Y.)


The woodchuck had looked much worse. It was sprawled in the middle of the road with an eye dangling from its head. My husband's aunt pushed its body to the edge of the pavement with her foot, inadvertently reassembling it in a position that looked more serene. But the blood in the road tells the story of the sudden violence that ended its life.

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