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The Good Life: Wednesday April 15th, 2015.

Posted on July 7, 2015 by mable33

“Do you have anything else by Cormac McCarthy?” June asks, “Blood Meridian was good.” She’s leaning close to Grace’s bookshelves, panning over rows of Michael Crichton and Isaac Asimov. I’m not sure what the trouble is, everything’s categorized Science Fiction, Fantasy, or Other, with each … Continue reading →

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Home Grown Fish: Wednesday, Nov. 5th, 2014

Posted on December 17, 2014 by mable33

“I think its cool to grow fish.” Sunny says as he connects a dangerous number of electrical plugs into a cheap Walmart power strip, seemingly indifferent to the threat of fire, or, at the very least, a blown fuse. “June … Continue reading →

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Jesus Zombies: Friday, Oct. 31, 2014

Posted on December 9, 2014 by mable33

“So you’re Mable Nolan?” Brother Calder asks. He puts out a large pork finger hand and I take it, receiving a vigorous Lighthouse Independent Baptist Church handshake. “Nice to meet you.” “Nice to meet you too.” My words are feeble … Continue reading →

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Gifts from Strangers: Wednesday Oct. 15, 2014

Posted on November 20, 2014 by mable33

“It’s a tea set,” June groans, her face twisted in disgust, “the wetback got me a tea set! He thinks I’m five. Mierda!” “A tea set?” I take in the scene; June in her backyard, sitting in a vintage lawn chair, behind her the … Continue reading →

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Mother of a Ham: Tuesday Sept 30, 2014

Posted on November 1, 2014 by mable33

“Oliver?” Sunny asks, his lips hovering an inch above the radio mic. The rest of the small ham setup, Oliver’s old Kenwood 2-meter, sits flat on a folding table in front of him. “Hello?” He adjust the tuner with his thumb and forefinger, carefully … Continue reading →

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Che and Jane Austen Walk into a Bar…: Friday Sept. 19, 2014

Posted on October 19, 2014 by mable33

Timothy Jensen is cute! And I don’t mean the well muscled and square-jawed, Superman kind of cute, but the other more subtle kind. The bespectacled, bookish sort of cute. Like Clark Kent or Harry Potter. I show his Facebook page … Continue reading →

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Driving Ms. June: Part Two-Sept. 6, 2014

Posted on October 7, 2014 by mable33

A jazz band plays as we wind between the crowded booths of the Brannon Century Mall’s bi-monthly crafts fair. June, wider than me, forces our way through an ocean of artsy types donning black Buddy Holly glasses and sporting every … Continue reading →

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