by C. Robert Miller
I am the tar baby. The decoy. The only real truth and matter to me is the stick stuck down where my rib should be. I cannot claw, tear in, and yank it out. I wouldn’t. It kills the fox when the fox kills me.
C. Robert Miller is an untrained fiction writer in Texas. He has a forthcoming publication in elimae and was awarded first prize in a fiction contest in Columbia: A Journal of Literature and Art judged by Aimee Bender. Visit him here.