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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3695 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Happy M. Kathryn Black His face is red and fingers dance inside his pants-- "Hey Katy, little Katy now." He breathes too close; he could set a fire with a match. I run away betrayed, and after that he stalks my steps. The other kids call him Happy, but I know he's not. At least he's not like Johnny Gunn who smells bicycle seats, who's a stone-faced giant on thorazine. But Happy's pants are full of worms when he rises from behind a boat or stands half-hidden on a pier. Watch out, there's death in there. |
