Issue #139
January 23, 2014

Evensong, Having Been Answered

The iterations of his death resound about him like the echoes of a minor chord.  All seems as it was and should continue to be, here in the moving present Men perceive as Time: the all-consuming anguish, a scullery knife, bleeding out alone with the final notes from his mandolin.

Sweetwater Notion and the Hallelujah Kid

As to the Kid, I figured he was setting up some scheme. I knew he didn’t give a hoot in hell about romance. We had been friends since I arrived on the Moon two years before, and I would have sworn in court a greenback dollar was the only thing that piqued his interest. Turned out I was wrong.

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I missed all the excitement the day the trains walked away.
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