Satan's Zamboni by Nathan Blake
12:42 PM | Author: Glen Binger
Satan's Zamboni by Nathan Blake

Satan’s Zamboni in the canyoned driveway. Bloody bushes and trails of torture. Loneliness. Claire had been gone 3 months, left him forever. The apartment silent. He felt each day grip his deepest recess, never filled, not least by the Zamboni’s long-rusted bolts rotating hollow behind Claire's first prospect of ice.

Nathan Blake is still a student. School him. He sometimes has trouble finding restrooms, but if you play your cards right, he just might find yours.
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