Wettest County in the World

It amazed Forrest that so many men seemed to wake up in the morning needing some kind of beating or another, men saying and doing fantastic things for the sake of getting another man to smash his face.

He smelled of sour corn, dirt, and sweat and she put her chin and mouth into the crook of his neck and softly kissed the scar, from one end to the other.

Strands of Bertha’s dark hair fell in her face and at the end of each song she raised her head and cast her eyes over the crowd, a slight smile, a nod of embarrassment. After the second such movement of her head Jack felt a momentary breathlessness, surprised by beauty and split to his core.