Laying there in the sawdust, I knew things would never be the same. in 100 words

  • Aug. 29, 2013, 1:42 a.m.
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Big toe got better. Can’t feel it. Never really could. Antiseptic cream, a big band-aid took care of it. It looks tougher now. It’ll have a scar.

When I was growing up, there was a family that lived on our small town street that looked like big toes. A family of big toes, attached to a house, but not to a foot. Everyone called them the big toe family. Or just the Toes. Jimmy Toe, Mr Toe, little Matilda Toe.

The church was down the hill. In springtime they walked in a small group. They looked like a factory accident.


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