Dead Dog, Cold Snake
Gerry Keane put the rat poison in the bottle. He walked behind the monastery and uncapped the bottle. He set it on the ground behind the broken wall. He sat down and drank from his own flask. The dog came in the afternoon. It was thin and yellow and it had no collar. It sniffed the bottle. It drank. Gerry watched it from a distance. He did not feel anything. He had been in Mountjoy for eleven...
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