Rosie & June “It’s hotter’n Satan’s nutsack.” Rosie shoved a lollipop in her mouth. “Satan’s nutsack?” June glanced over from the driver seat. “Really?” Rosie shrugged, staring between tall pines, blending as they sped past. Louisiana was a convection oven, especially in summer. And they'd spent ample time unsticking thighs from leather seats since crossing state …
“Be still, Roland. Don’t move.” His mother spoke low. Roland pulled his energy in, trying to not be enticing in any way. But it didn’t work. “Dear God, no.” She trembled as the men circled her son. One, wearing a red coat, spoke strange, garbled words they couldn’t understand, then raised a giant axe. “Noooooo!” …
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Jennifer Kabay 