“When he returned to his front door, he discovered it had locked behind him. He grasped at his pockets for a key, but he was wearing only boxer shorts. He limped around the back of house, to the fountain. Somehow the birdbath resembled the girl from the bowling alley. There was no end to the life inside the bird bath or inside the girl, for her blood and fluids kept flowing and flowing. Above him, at the top of the back stairs, the two women stood wrapped in their winter coats.” –Bonnie Jo Campbell, “The Burn,” American Salvage.

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