By Melissa Palladino
61 words
The bullet rests lightly in his pocket. She leans into him, licks his bottom lip. The radio bleats, his thigh brushes the steering wheel, a knife edge of sun slices them into bright and shadow.
A younger girl would fabricate a vision of white lace, herself an enchanting bride. This older girl knows better. She pushes on him. Squeezes the bullet.
Melissa Palladino studies karate but her true ambition is to be a jello wrestler because then she can kick ass AND wear a cool costume.
11.24.2008
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