Literature
14 Painted Nails + Fish Tails
It was the dead of night. We were in the back of Devin's flatbed truck.
Is it ironic that the one that shot Aiden was carrying him off to safety? I thought so.
I cradled Aiden's head in my lap, and there was a blanket slung over his tail. It was a gray blanket, except for the one stained maroon corner. There was a faint sheen of sweat on his face, his eye sockets sallow. I stroked his cheek, crooning to him as if he could hear me--the whole way there.
We pulled up to Finch's. Devin hurried from his driver's seat and came up to us. The moonlight was dim, and there were many stars. His teeth looked almost neon in the darkness.
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