Mourning News

The boy’s on my porch. Come to rob me, I know. I’m old, alone. The gun bucks in my hand. Blood spatters the newspapers in his fallen bag.

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  1. Most delivery boys lob the paper onto the porch from the curb. I imagine this boy delivering it by hand right to the door out of consideration for the elderly man—adding a further note of poignancy to the story.

    Nice job.

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