Cold Coffee
The morning Billy Ray Harlan found Old Blue dead, the sky was the colour of a television tuned to a channel that did not exist. It was not a dramatic sky. It was not a sky that would have looked good in a photograph. It was just a sky, the kind of sky that exists over rust belt Ohio on a Tuesday in October and means nothing to anyone who is not already tired. Old Blue was lying in the yard, on...
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