They say blood is thicker than water, but some friendships are made of thicker stuff still.
There is no surer sign of damnation than the need to pay a priest for a eulogy.
He whispered the prayers.
His hand was trembling and his eyes were black hollows burrowed into his skull. A three-day growth filled the hollows of his cheeks.
Johnny’s corpse had looked healthier before they closed the lid.
The priest finished and folded a once-purple stole into the pocket of his coat and turned away without saying a word.
There wasn’t much more to say. Johnny wasn’t a good man, but he was my mate.… Read the rest
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