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The wind rustled the leaves that remained on the dead trees and made a whistling and echoing sound as a girl in a black dress walked down an abandoned street. She spotted the non living trees, segregated from each other, in a field of short grass. Her dress swayed with the wind as it gently blew across from left to right. She had a sly walk, as if she were trying to impress an onlooker, when clearly she was alone, and every now and again she’d pause and glance behind her shoulder, as if she were searching for someone or something. She walked with a slid in her feet on the sandy colored sidewalk. The cracks made webs on the pavement that

This crater bleeds from his scalp like sand. It’s pushing out the bullet and renewing its particles. Tell me why he’s not scared. He’s naked and clenching his fists to his ribs but there’s not a dot of pain in his eyes. Now he’s reaching forth with one arm. The wind is blowing his skin off like grains of dust. Tell me why he’s not trying. Tell me why he’s only biting his teeth and pulsing his heartbeat. Now he’s leaking water from his head. Tell me why he holds no bucket for comfort.