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Stars- Part I: Wednesday, Sept. 16th 2015

Posted on November 10, 2017 by mable33

“God, they’re terrible!” Maxwell grunts, wiping sweat from his forehead. He looks disgusted, tired, as if he’d been adrift in the South Pacific for a month and is contemplating eating his toes. “They make me want to f****** kill myself. … Continue reading →

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Fath-er: Sunday, Sept. 6th 2015.

Posted on September 15, 2017 by mable33

fath-er NOUN A man in relation to his natural child or children. Synonyms: dad, daddy, pop, pa, dada… Still coated with clear antibiotic cream, Dad’s tattoo wraps around his left bicep-a westernized, bastardized version of Maori tribal. Its lines are … Continue reading →

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Ping: Friday, August 7th 2015.

Posted on July 24, 2016 by mable33

“Look at her, like a f***ing butterfly.” Pen’s verbs, nouns, and adjectives are like the serrations of a steak knife. I follow her gaze and find Sarah Glosterfield standing across the lunchroom, smiling, her arms drapped over the shoulders of a toned … Continue reading →

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Relatively Painless: Wensday July 15, 2015

Posted on May 2, 2016 by mable33

“How much money do you have?” Maxwell asks. He’s stooped in the driver’s seat of his Chrysler Saratoga, ham hock hands resting on the steering wheel like fat, hairless rats. If he were anymore overweight he’d be wearing the car like a Transformers Halloween … Continue reading →

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Under the Artificial Stars: Saturday, 4th of July 2015

Posted on September 27, 2015 by mable33

“I’m sorry again.” Pen moans, wiping the sweat from her flushed forehead. “But you have to admit they weren’t that bad, just a little rough.” “Rough?” Grace looks at her, “They were jerks!” June rolls her eyes. This has been going on … Continue reading →

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Mixed Drinks: Saturday June 27th, 2015

Posted on September 10, 2015 by mable33

Order 77; double Whopper and fries, and one hamburger children’s meal. Order 77. I watch as an old man, his hands gnarled with arthritis and his feet wrapped in orthopedic shoes, holds up his receipt and shuffles to the counter. … Continue reading →

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The Watching People: Tuesday June 9th, 2015

Posted on August 6, 2015 by mable33

“What about him?” Grace asks. She nods towards an elderly man shambling by the food court’s lone plastic palm tree. With his ungainly slouch, plaid grandpa shirt and wooden cane, it’s impossible to imagine him having any secret life what so ever.  … Continue reading →

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A Bright and Shining Summer: Saturday May 30th, 2015

Posted on July 30, 2015 by mable33

“When are you going?” June asks. She’s leaning her head out the van window, her black curls, like the fur of some rich woman’s corded poodle, blowing in the wind. “Not soon I hope.” I smile to myself. Normally aloft … Continue reading →

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May Day, Mayday?: Friday May 15th, 2015

Posted on July 23, 2015 by mable33

“God, you have some big teeth!” Penelope says. She leans in over the picnic table, coming kiss close to Grace’s face, examining her as if she were a side show freak, the Bearded Woman or the Snake Man. “You’re a rabbit!” … Continue reading →

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A New Fish in the Sea: Wednesday May 6th, 2015

Posted on July 15, 2015 by mable33

“Everyone, please quite down.” Mrs. Perkins- 100lbs of stressed English teacher in black slacks and faded Grammar Police t-shirt- sounds like a cheap answering machine through her electric megaphone, “You, James Hinton, sit down!” The gym is a sweltering mass of heads, arms, and backpacks, … Continue reading →

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