Issue Three
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IGNACIO CARRION<br />
my left arm and in the process dropped<br />
the rabbit. The rabbit scampered a few<br />
feet away from me as I realized that my<br />
arm hurt like nothing I had ever felt. I<br />
noticed the rabbit looking at me. I<br />
noticed the blood gathering around the<br />
small pebbles now embedded into the<br />
palm of my left hand and then I noticed<br />
Boy standing in front of me.<br />
He looked down at me and smiled. He<br />
wasn’t wearing a shirt and his jeans<br />
weren’t zipped up. His pubic hair<br />
protruded from his pants as I tried not to<br />
look. It was the first time I had ever seen<br />
that.<br />
“What’s this?” he asked looking down at<br />
the rabbit.<br />
“I don’t know,” I said, feeling<br />
immediately stupid.<br />
“You don’t know? What are you? A<br />
retard? Like Patsy?”<br />
Patsy, by then, had also made her way<br />
out from the house. Her breasts were<br />
exposed, as she also didn’t have a shirt,<br />
but her shorts were on, if slightly offkilter.<br />
She looked over at me. Her face<br />
was bloody. Her eye swelling and her lip<br />
split. She’d been crying. She had not<br />
wiped her nose.<br />
“Don’t worry about her, buddy, we’re<br />
trying something new today and she’s<br />
not quite used to it,” Boy said as he bent<br />
over and picked up the rabbit. “Is this<br />
yours?” he asked and smiled at me<br />
again.<br />
“Yes,” I said, knowing that was not the<br />
right answer.<br />
Boy’s response was to jut out his lower<br />
jaw and nod his head.<br />
The other boys were all gone by then. I<br />
knew this because except for the breeze<br />
and a few distant birds, there was<br />
silence.<br />
Boy held the rabbit close to his chest,<br />
then rocked it a bit as you would a baby.<br />
Then he kissed it. He looked at me, then<br />
looked at Patsy, then kissed the rabbit<br />
again. We were a summer triangle on<br />
the point of collapse.<br />
Boy lowered himself to the gravel and<br />
reached behind him. From his back<br />
pocket he pulled out a switch blade.<br />
Patsy started making a guttural, pathetic<br />
sound that started as a “no” and swelled<br />
to a sob. I sat on the ground, guarding<br />
my arm, which I was sure was broken.