Tag: short-story
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A Mighty Fortress Is Our God
Bloomberg walked the distance of two miles from his hotel to the restaurant, and he was grateful for the fact that it was not raining outside. It wasn’t even doing that thing with the weather where it was nasty and misty and slightly sprinkling, where you felt as if you were a vegetable housed in…
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Mary at the Docks
Days by tinted windows, nights by candlelight and car radios. And if it’s moving, well of course it’s moving, that’s the central point. And if it’s a diatribe, well of course it’s a diatribe, that’s the secondary point. And if good fortune has you in a vulnerable position with your pants, uh, metaphorically down, well…
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And Another Thing
I raise a glass to all those who cannot raise a glass to themselves. For whatever simple or spiteful reasons. Whether they have no full or half full glasses nearby, or whether they were born without hands to begin with and cannot balance their glasses on the stumps to which they are resigned to. I…
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Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Monday. Deluge. Oh dear oh dear. Oh day of days. It’s another Monday, isn’t it. It’s raining, it’s pouring, the old man is snoring. It’s a deluge out there. Rain falling down and great streaks, slanted lines and fierce, icy droplets. Just below freezing temperature – only just. Cup of lukewarm water with the herbal…
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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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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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