Of Course, August

The heating and cooling guy
was coming at eight; Six forty-
five a.m.; he wasn’t sleeping
anyway; bad dreams; night-
mares; images of his cruelty
to the innocent and helpless,
a life of brutality. Then his
wife said, “It’s August.” Of
course, August, when death
occurred.

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