Fallout (Crank 3)

the resources. You do, or

you could have. All you had

to do was ask for help.” Anger

oozes like blood from my pores.

Her anger is greater. No! she

shouts. You don’t understand.

I can’t ask for help from people

I turned my back on. People

I stole from. Lied to. Hurt.

People whose love I threw away.

Hunter

KRISTINA IS OUT OF WORDS

Good thing, because

that’s all they are. Words

without conviction

have no meaning.

I look

down the long table,

past turkey carcass and half-

eaten pie, and ignoring

the shock-iced eyes that stare

at her,

I measure her lowered

gaze, the foreign

language of her body.

And I

find

in the cold iron set

of her shoulders,

the boulders of her fists,