Measure Twice, Kill Once

Neil had to die that night.

The glass of white wine sat untouched under his chin as he yapped about the cultural advantages of living in Manhattan.

I poured myself a second glass and, pretending I hadn’t been fixated on the wine, said, “More for you, too?”

“Oh, what, no?” he laughed. He carefully moved the glass further away from himself. “I’m terribly allergic to grapes,” he said, “Makes my throat swell up something nasty. Anyway, I know you love Prospect Park, but you don’t know the history of Central Park.”

I fished around in my pocket for another capsule.

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Title by: Ted Hobgood
Story by: Nick
Illustration by: Janie Woodbridge

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