- From where he stood, he could see the shiny car lot of Kelly Ford-Mercury, and a block further west, Joe Soldier Trailer Park. If he looked south, he would have seen the Lady of Autumn Assisted Living Retirement Complex. Four blocks along and he could finally lay down in the old Handsome Cemetery.
- A few cars drove by, but not many. None offered to stop. He saw curious stares behind grimy windshields, and, if it didn’t hurt his belly, he would have laughed. The place hadn’t changed at all. Look here: a young man standing on a street corner, clothes shredded to hell, bloody limbs, all but torn apart by an awful accident, and passers-by stared as if he were violating a town ordinance.
- It hurt to walk, and not just because of his broken hip. His ribs felt like they were scraping the inside of his skin, and he was sure he was bleeding again. He ran his hand under his shirt, and it was crusted over with scabs.
- He limped across the street, looking for a park bench or any place to sit. He wasn’t sure where to go, and of course there was only one place. He could lay his bones down beside his father’s and everything would be done.
Excerpt from Ordinary Handsome. Available at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00P46ZPA0
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