edge of the campfire

she had never felt so desperate and alone she remembered all her sisters singing songs when she was not there the hunters were gathering in the forest “375 degrees gets the perfect crispness you want” because nobody really knows what is going on this was excitement such as he had only dreamed of but he felt travis’s cold eyes on him when he should have been thinking of josie i am sorry, i can not continue especially in my present lofty position which i have achiieved through my own hard work i always stood up for the little guy ask anybody who knows the score they are out there, waiting do you see smiles on their faces? neither did the little guys who only wanted little girls to call their own a man does not rise to the occasion when the futility and sorrow wash over him to him she was always a woman make no mistake, my friend nobody knows the score when they get to the top of the stairs and they come face to face with the man who tells you it just can’t go on because we can dream, can’t we? sources: the tenement kid, by karl edd; this kill is mine, by dean evans; say it with bullets, by richard powell; mistress of horror house, by william woody; drink with the dead, by j m flynn; run from the hunter, by keith grantland; operation - murder, by lionel white; the teachers, by jerry weil; man divided, by dean douglas; cry at dusk, by lester dent; about doctor ferrel, by day keene; search for surrender, by borden deal; woman soldier, by arnold rodin