Suder

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Genres: Fiction
I was just outside, peering at him from the corner of the house. Martin was coming up the driveway on his bike. “Martin,” Daddy called. Martin hopped off his bike and ran to Daddy’s side. “Martin, take a sniff.” Martin sniffed and frowned. “Smells like something dead in here,” Daddy said, “and we’re going to find it.” He paused. “Well, start looking.” We looked around for a good while and then Martin found my hatbox full of dead sparrows. “Over here, Daddy,” Martin cried. Daddy looked at the decaying birds. “Jesus. Put the lid back on the box.” He looked at the door to the house. “If your mother put them there, we should leave them there.” “Ma?” Martin asked. “Yeah,” said Daddy. “I’d say that’s pretty crazy.” I didn’t say anything. “So, you want me just to leave it here?” Martin asked. “I suppose so.” Daddy scratched his head. “I’ll drop a little charcoal in the box and try to soak up some of the stench.” Martin pushed the box back behind the tires.
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