A Thing on the Dirt

When Billy came upon William he was just a thing on the dirt. He laid there in a ball with his knees drawn to his chest and his left arm around his shins and then his right arm under his head, a very soft cradle. He could have been many things lying there; a rock, the stump of a tree, a coyote or a deer, but all that he was, and all that he would ever be, was dead.

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