Readers Hope
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Readers Hope

Concrete Mattress

On the wet cement next to his thigh was a burnt spoon.

The alley was empty aside from the trash of the luggage store around the corner. He was leaning against the forest green dumpster with a belt between his teeth. It was wrapped tightly, extending down and around his left bicep. The vein bulged slightly in the crook of his elbow. With a shaky right hand, he used the syringe to draw out the murky froth of what had been boiled with…

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