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The Viloent Bear It and Grin: Part I- Saturday March 14, 2015.

“Gosh it’s hot.” Grace moans. She’s fanning  herself with an old newspaper, lifting her ponytail to airing her neck, “It’s like a sauna in here.” “Yes, it is.” June says, indifferent. She’s slouched in the front passenger seat, hardly moving as … Continue reading

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June on the War Path: Saturday Feb 21st, 2015

“I mean, it just irks me June.” I say, hands tight on the steering wheel, looking out through the Caravan’s cracked windshield. We’re parked beside a T-Rex Fill and Go, before us is a large empty field, a deteriorating single-wide trailer squating  … Continue reading

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The Waiting Game: Valentines Day, 2015.

“I’m so glad to see so many faces here tonight. I think we may have beaten last year’s record.” Pastor Roberson, a stylish man in his mid-forties with an athletic build and expensive power haircut, goes on to thank everyone for coming, mentioning … Continue reading

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“Float On”, “Blank Space” and Other Songs You Can’t Dance Too: Tuesday Feb 10th, 2015.

“What song is that?” Grace asks. Her irritation, previously held in check by exceptional manners, is beginning to bubble over. “I can hear it though the ceiling.” “What song?” I ask absently. It’s a stupid question, like asking who George Washington … Continue reading

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Everything and Nothing: Friday Jan. 30th, 2015

“Hello, stranger.” Mrs. Jane says, smiling as I slide into the familiar plastic bucket seat in front of her desk, “It’s been awhile.” “Sorry. Things came up.” I say. Guilt, having buzzed around my ear like a mosquito these last few weeks, sinks … Continue reading

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Ghosts of Christmas Past: Thursday Dec. 25, 2014

“I wish I’d gotten that power switching unit instead.” Oliver moans. He’s shifting through the cords of his new PS4, connecting red and white AV cables to the back of the living room T.V. “What am I going to do with this thing?” “You’re suppose to … Continue reading

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An End to Nothing Important: Thursday Dec. 4th, 2014

“It’s not that bad.” I turn a small mangled square of carbon steel in my hands. Globs of what were to be a perfect welds run along its length like silver bird droppings. “It really isn’t.” June, laying back on her Airstream’s tiny … Continue reading

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Turkey Day, Pass the Ham Please: Thursday Nov. 27th, 2014

“What’s it like having your driver’s license?” Aunt Kat asks. She’s stirring a large bowl of  pumpkin pie mix with an impossibly huge whisk as sunlight pours in through the kitchen window, making her glow like the Human Torch. “It’s good.” I say. “I … Continue reading

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A Long Distance Call: Friday Nov. 21, 2014

Bloop, bloop, bloop,…werrrr….werrr…. After a few tense moments Timothy answers my call. This is my first time using Skype ever and I was beginning to worry if I was doing it right. “Hey, Mable.” He smiles, his teeth appearing powder … Continue reading

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Waiting for Gordon: Friday Nov. 14, 2014

“You’re suppose to have the van back this afternoon?” June asks for the seventh time this morning and about the hundredth time this week. “For the thousandth time, yes.” I say, exasperated. She’s acted like changing my answer could bring Morgan’s Cornet … Continue reading

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