Fiction | June 01, 2010
The Linkage of Bone
Devin Murphy
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Terrance’s accident made the local papers. He was working on a circuit breaker forty feet off the ground between the Chevrolet dealer’s show lot and the Pizza Factory in Kalispell. He had rerouted the power grid so he could work on the local transformer. There was a checklist of things he’d gone through and marked with a red Bic pen before he climbed the steel ladder to the high retention wires. He had done everything right, too.
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