In the movies they never show you
Dr. Frankenstein's doubt
leaning over the table, trembling
at the pearfruit cork-bark skin . . .
WRITER'S DIGEST SHORT SHORTS COLLECTION
It was the blood on the kid’s knuckles that made him do it, that caused Fisher’s fingers to tighten around the wad of bills; that caused him to leave the molded bench by the bulkhead window. The ocean in the sound was anxious, and the ferry tilted atop it. Fisher had to steady himself between his table and the booth in which the two boys sat, but he never took his eyes off those bloody knuckles . . .