The Laughing Corpse

He said, "Heh!"

I kept walking down the porch steps. Ma

y stayed with me. Antonio didn't draw his gun and shoot us. The day was looking up.

The little girl on the tricycle had stopped by Ma

y's car. She stared up at me as I got in the passenger side door. I stared back into huge brown eyes. Her face was darkly ta

ed. She couldn't have been more than five.

Ma

y got in the driver's side door. He put the car in gear, and we pulled away. The little girl and I stared at each other. Just before we turned the corner she started pedaling up and down the sidewalk again.