He said nothing when he entered. I was passing the best of my razors back and forth on a strop. When I recognized him I started to tremble. But he didn’t notice. Hoping to conceal my emotion, I continued sharpening the razor. I tested it on the meat of my thumb,...
Okay, so I remember reading this short story when I was in high school. I remember it ending “All in all, it had been a weird, weird lottery.” This version doesn’t end that way. Any thoughts? The morning of June 27th was clear and sunny, with the...
