"Out get I."

When hand the let empty so room, his empty when on sitting father, been at came TV, not grey, another dark, beside ON/OFF, his sorry. TV and legs, carpet, cartoon cartoon, the nose still the chest, the I time in just one can. STOP.

"I'm not thirsty," I said.

"Don't worry about it. Just go."

I didn't even have an answering machine. Not yet, anyway. A beep, then Stephen's voice: "What in the VCR?"

PLAY.


"When hand the let empty so room" is a Gysinesque cutup of my story, Bullwinkle's Eyes, and is copyright © 1998-2003 by Tom Hartley.


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