Audio Reading of “Hatchet Job” read by Xe Sands
Her departure was as final as a stone placed over a newly closed grave. I should have seen it coming. A week before she left to return to her husband, she cut her own hair, using only a butcher’s knife and no mirror.
Six months passed and I got up enough nerve to phone her–not from our old apartment, of course, but from a pay phone outside a Bar we used to drink in, together on the East Side, called Capone’s. She answered the phone, but hung up the second I said her name…didn’t even give me a chance to say hello.
That’s what really killed me.