Revêtu avec les Sous (an excerpt from a forthcoming short shory by Matt Amyx)

My pockets were lined with pennies when they found me in the ditch outside the Turner house on a dew-covered Wednesday morning. Apparently I'd been there a few days and the pennies had stained the insides of my pockets and outsides of my jeans a dull greenish-blue. And, oh yeah... I was pretty dead.

The thing about the person who killed me was, he wasn't a bad guy. I'd been acquainted with him for several years and never known him to act out or give anyone any reason to think he'd be capable of ending another person's life. And then he did. Lesson learned.
Lined with Pennies
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