There was no land in sight.Some seventy feet above the water a famished seagull circled slowly, somewhat warily. It had spotted this thing that seemed to be bobbing listlessly on the surface and was evidently too weary to resist assault. The thing looked like meat, and the bird's empty belly sent an urgent directive to the white wings, something along the lines of let's go down there and grab a fast bite. But the gull's brain counseled in terms of caution. The only feasible move was to take a closer look.
Somebody's Done For
by David Goodis
(Banner, 1967)
This book, available for 60 cents, was on the racks right around the time my dad was preparing to go to Vietnam. Goodis would be dead a few months later.
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