Tag: fiction
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Tag on the Papa Toe
He stood over the sink and tried to count how many teeth had been caught in the drain net, without actually having to remove the net. It was like guessing how many jellybeans were in a large glass jar at the county fair. He stood there with his hands in the pockets of his jeans,…
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Perfectly Disappointed Lover
Call me crazy, but I’ve been feeling more like a Perfectly Disappointed Lover these days. And yes, I capitalized all of those letters, because it doesn’t feel like a lower case type of issue. It feels like an upper case issue all the way, baby. An upper case issue all the way. A Disappointed Lover…
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Bitten by the Devil’s Granddaughter
I was walking across the silver bridge and gazing at the calm waters on either side of me. There were reeds poking out from the shallow banks and water lilies floating there, little green leafy islands in the wilderness. There was no one else to be found walking, or even standing, on the long, narrow,…
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Don’t Try to Measure the Ground from Here
It’s a sordid affair, but it’s the truth that when two opposing forces face each other, gather momentum, and then collide, glass is splintered everywhere and no one goes away unscathed. That much is true. That’s some sort of law from where I stand – law of motion, law of mass, whatever you want to…
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I’m Moving Out
Grandma had told me that it was really no problem, to think nothing of it. I was astounded by her generosity, but at this point I had no reason to be astounded. She had been known in circles for her generosity, in addition to her various eccentricities. It was raining slightly, dripping. Misty, but also…
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Take it Down a Few Pegs, Son
My old man would always tell me a specific phrase whenever I was acting up. Whenever I was shooting off my mouth, whenever I was growing hot underneath the collar, whenever I was itching for a fight that was clearly not mine to win. Whenever I would get into these states – and it was…
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Coffee Table Low
Cat go into living room, cat see sandwich on plate. Plate with sandwich down low on coffee table, coffee table so low to ground. Coffee table so very low to ground. Way, way too low. Far too low. Enough for me and the dog and the other cat and the whole infantry to pounce on…
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The Ganymede Bathhouse
The radio was turned down when he entered the bathhouse, and he recalled the fact that it had been at a roaring volume when he had left the bathhouse nearly an hour ago. He also recalled the fact that when he had left, the radio had been playing quick and bombastic classical tunes. Now, the…
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Jess and Jacqueline
Jess was standing with her hands on her hips and staring at her reflection in the full length mirror. The one positioned smack dab in the middle of the hallway, positioned in between the left hallway that led to the bedroom and the bathroom and the right hallway that led to the other bathroom. She…
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