@@@@@One broke off in my hand, rusted through I 504
@@@@@One broke off in my hand, rusted through
I turned to the cupboards next, kneeling on the nasty carpet to peek carefully insideI leaned
away as I opened the door, afraid I might be disturbing one of the venomous desert animals in
its lair
The first was empty, backless, so that I could see the wooden slats of the outside wallThe next
had no door, but there was a stack of antique newspapers inside, covered with dustI pulled one
out, curious, shaking the dirt to the dirtier floor, and read the date
From human times,I notedNot that I needed a date to tell me that
?Man Burns Three-Year-Old Daughter to Death,? the headline screamed at me, accompanied
by a picture of an angelic blond childThis wasn't the front pageThe horror detailed here was
not so hideous as to rate priority coverageBeneath this was the face of a man wanted for the
murders of his wife and two children two years before the print date; the story was about a
possible sighting of the man in MexicoTwo people killed and three injured in a drunk-driving
accidentA fraud and murder investigation into the alleged suicide of a prominent local banker
A suppressed confession setting an admitted child molester freeHouse pets found slaughtered
in a trash bin
I cringed, shoving the paper away from me, back into the dark cupboard
Those were the exceptions, not the norm,Melanie thought quietly, trying to keep the fresh horror
of my reaction from seeping into her memories of those years and recoloring them
Can you see how we thought we might be able to do better, though? How we could have
supposed that maybe you didn't deserve all the excellent things of this world?
Her answer was acidicf you wanted to cleanse the planet, you could have blown it up
Despite what your science fiction writers dream, we simply don't have the technology
She didn't think my joke was funny
Besides,I added,that would have been such a wasteIt's a lovely planetThis unspeakable desert
excepted, of cours
