Black Scales of Fortune
The Mississippi River did not care about Jimmy O'Malley's dreams. It rushed past the old levee in the dark, brown and endless, carrying sediment from Minnesota to the Gulf of Mexico without a thought for the man sitting on the sandbag wall above it, drinking lukewarm beer from a bottle. Jimmy had been sitting there every night for three weeks. Ever since the swamp thing. He told nobody about...
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