Saturday, February 2, 2013

Some Well-Chosen Words

A summer day near Fort Bragg, North Carolina:
Thursday was hot and sluggish, the sky hazed over with a scum of cloud the color of congealed bacon grease.  The air had a dense, malarial weight...
 from "The Good Ones Are Already Taken", a short story in Brief Encounters with Che Guevara by Ben Fountain

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