Laurie Voeltz

Not Really Better

A Fiction

I pretend not to notice the odd absence of noise. My ears tune into the zing of my spinning blade. The sharp metal wheel whirls so fast I barely see the red drying brown. For once, I almost believe the blood isn't there.

Dave with the white hair bursts into Heaven. He runs to Chuck's line, runs to chuck's rescue. I don't follow the scene of events

I don't want to see the mangled cow, stuck in its shreds and fractures. I don't want to realize how one bone can break in so many places.');