Tag: patrick dacey
My uncle never did a bad thing to anybody, but one day while he was on his front porch eating an ice cream cone, two men came upon him, pushed him inside, tied his hands and feet, robbed his house, and shot him in the head
Language of the DeadA novel excerpt by Patrick Dacey
August 2010 Could she break herself down to the bare necessities like they did? Food, water, work? What were her bare necessities?