Memorial Bridge
“Above them the last stubborn stars refused to leave the sky. On this morning Dillon differed from the others not only in the purposefulness of his step, but in his being dressed in a dark suit, a collar and necktie. The workers wore the usual overalls and brogans, carried toolboxes and lunch sacks. Dillon walked with his arms moving at his sides, his fingers curled lightly into fists. His fellows seemed to ignore what set him apart, except for the automatic way they gave him room, like cattle ovaling a rider.
They moved through the morning haze as they had for years, blind to the forms and shapes around them, the stout pen walls, the looming chimneys; deaf to the scrape of their own thick-shod feet and to the rough hum of the yards' cold engines and to the drum sound of railroad cars bumping, of coupling chains snapping to; not smelling the congealed-guts stench exploding from every drop of moisture in the fog.
But Dillon was different here too. His senses were far more concentrated t...han usual, but instead of smelling the generalized offal, he smelled that particular putrid odor of the blood pit, he saw the naked human carcass, white and wrinkled.MoreLess
They moved through the morning haze as they had for years, blind to the forms and shapes around them, the stout pen walls, the looming chimneys; deaf to the scrape of their own thick-shod feet and to the rough hum of the yards' cold engines and to the drum sound of railroad cars bumping, of coupling chains snapping to; not smelling the congealed-guts stench exploding from every drop of moisture in the fog.
But Dillon was different here too. His senses were far more concentrated t...han usual, but instead of smelling the generalized offal, he smelled that particular putrid odor of the blood pit, he saw the naked human carcass, white and wrinkled.MoreLess
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