A Cruelty
Kevin Barry
“He climbs the twenty-three steps of the metal traverse bridge at 9.25 a.m., and not an instant before. Boyle station, a grey and blowy summer’s day.”
“He climbs the twenty-three steps of the metal traverse bridge at 9.25 a.m., and not an instant before. Boyle station, a grey and blowy summer’s day.”
“It had been a touch of incredible fortune to find David one spring night at a dive on Houston Street.”
“White everywhere. Mist so thick it obliterates colors and edges. Up on the quarterdeck, our captain looks like an artist’s afterthought.”