Erased, the place and the very idea.
He did. Now he's dead, as dead as they
get. In the cupboard, a thee-year old
box of corn flakes and a sugarized
jar of honey. Forensic evidence, of
something. In the rear yard, far off
by the pond, the ducks quack and the
two geese waddle. If I was near an
antiques mart - old farms tools and
implements, rusted saws and coils of
twine, it would all make sense.