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lows it to the stairs but loses sight of it in the vines. He turns to the girl who already
has a second lizard in her hand.
She gives the lizard a sorrowful look as she braces herself with her left
hand on a young dogwood trunk then reaches her right hand holding the lizard
out towards Ed. Her toes dig through the monkeygrass into the cool dirt and her
heartbeat flutters like the startled pigeons’ wings. She wants to see the shiny boil so
she imagines she’s coaxing Ed closer to her monkeygrass bed. He approaches cau-
tiously and soon forgets his fear of the woman with her broom. Remembering his
hunger, he quickens his pace again and the girl hastens to retreat back to the truck
of the dogwood while slinging the lizard to Ed. If Miss Mary Ellen had still been at
her clothesline, the girl would have let out a scream for help, but no one was there.
Ed’s wild tameness and the girl’s untamed curiosity collide as Ed pounces onto the
lizard and instantly sinks his yellow teeth into its cool skin.
The girl’s mouth hangs open as she watches the blood of the lizard dampen
Ed’s dark whiskers. The lizard’s tail flaps frantically until it pops off and joins the first
lizard’s tail in the grass. It descends into the blades like a worm. Ed scurries up the
vines of the shed and disappears over the roof with his prey. The girl contemplates
the event and then picks a daffodil. She bites onto the stem like it’s a lizard tail,
listens to its crisp crunch, then lays back into the monkeygrass bed.
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