MamaFrankie
"I don't think we're supposed to go this way, Emmit," Earl whispered.
Aw shut yer sissy mouth and follow me."
He wiped the sweat away with his sleeve, blood spatter smearing his forehead and trickling down his cheek. He didn't want it to end this way.
The wasp in the back of her throat kept at it. Choking on her grief, the bitter sting overwhlemed. But none could tell. Not a one of them.