"Feed the chicken."
"What?" I didn't catch his words.
"I said feed the fucking chicken," he says again. My eyes dart through the long, dead grass in front of our broken-down trailer, then quickly avert to a skinny little thing with feathers. It clucks softly, cocking its head to the side and hopping from foot to foot. I think it's a drunk chicken.
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Broken (temporary title)
General FictionWARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS CURSE WORDS. If you aren't ok with that, I'm not forcing you to read. I just felt that the words were necessary for some characters. Also, the title is temporary. So is the cover. OK, so I wrote this story a very long...
