Little Violence
"Drive-by Paintball"
Remnants of a redhead, widowed optimist, she waits for a friend. Slow car, half window, pop. Her temple blasted green: At least it happened to me.
"The Pitch"
Stunted boy, outgrown his brain, cocks his arm, kitchen knife clutched. Babysitter, nurse, all-time pitcher til now, freezes for the snap.
She doesn't blink.
"Rodeo"
At the wall, he stamps his brother's cigarette to dirt.
He'll take her from him.
This is what it means to root for the bull.
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