No sir, don’t you be surprised at all

Pop.1280 by Jim Thompson

8 min @ my desk

I knew from the first time I saw that boy with his sister he was wicked.  She was axin’ him to get inside and fetch water for the bird on account of it flying into the window.  He stuck his lip out and said he wanted to see it first.  His eyes was naturally small so they was easy to look mean.  She held her hands up higher, but real gentle.  You could tell that it would be safe in there, cradled by all that soft and pink and white.  I bet she didn’t even have lines on the inside of her hands, just pillowy whiteness like a cloud.  He hauled off and kicked her right in the shin.  She and the bird both went down and he swooped in like a vulture and ran off cackling.  I never knew what happened to that little bird but I sure weren’t surprised to hear about all what they dug up on that property the other day.  Wicked boys grow into evil men.