Sunday, February 5, 2012
February Issue of Misfit Magazine
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The Icepick by James Hartley
She hadn't really intended to kill Jack, at least she didn't think she had. But he had come home drunk--again--and he had slapped her around--again--and she had the ice pick in her hand to chop ice for his drink. When he turned his back, it had seemed so natural to put the ice pick into it. Read more.
The Lost Thing by Noeleen Kavanagh
It’s getting closer and closer. The lost thing is calling out to be found. Are they deaf that they can’t hear it? The river is deeper and faster down here past the bend. The trunks of trees hang out and tangle their branches in the water. The sun slips behind a cloud and the water darkens. The trout are hidden way down deep here and can’t be seen. Read more.
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YIKES!!! This is why I don't believe in keeping an ice pick in the house. ;)
ReplyDeleteThanks for posting the links to the stories.
Yeah, that's what icemakers are for, or at the very least, ice trays.
DeleteAh, The Ice Pick reminds me of the "Cell Block Tango" from "Chicago." Really piqued my interest immediately.
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