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Reflections of an Irish Car Bombing- Part III: Friday Sept. 18th 2015

Posted on April 9, 2020 by mable33

In the dizzy year since getting my license, I was surprised to realize that you can learn the most about a person, anyone, while watching them ride in a car. The slightest rapping of fingertips on the dash, a yawn, … Continue reading →

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Reflections of an Irish Car Bombing- Part II: Friday Sept. 18th 2015

Posted on May 23, 2018 by mable33

It was the tallest of the three, Joseph Neff, who called it an “Irish Car Bomb.” He, followed by Benny Rootling and Gordon Flanks, burst into First Lunch, giggling. Mrs. Matter shushed them as they took their table near the … Continue reading →

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Reflections of an Irish Car Bombing- Part I: Friday, Sept. 18th 2015

Posted on March 18, 2018 by mable33

Barker Auto isn’t one of the better car dealerships in Greenville. In fact, like the Waffle House on Front Street responsible for last year’s E.coli outbreak, it has a reputation. After several complaints to the Better Business Bureau and a … Continue reading →

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Stars- Part II: Wednesday, Sept. 16, 2015

Posted on January 19, 2018 by mable33

“Do you think you’ll stick with it for the year?” I ask tentatively, looking down at Pen’s scuffed boots. The question is a tossup, a fifty-cent piece with handsome J. Kennedy pressed on one side, and the bald eagle stamped … Continue reading →

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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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The Show Goes On: Friday July 24, 2015

Posted on June 11, 2016 by mable33

“You have to have done more than just see your grandfather.” Grace says. She’s scrolling through her phone’s camera options, deciding which will be best for a zoom shot. Her prey is the West Greenville High School marching band practicing … 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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Pen Pals: Friday July 10th, 2015

Posted on February 1, 2016 by mable33

“Just sit that box over there.” Pen, her face two inches from her computer screen, absently points to the corner of her room where a stack of other boxes teeter haphazardly. “Pop it on top of the others.” “I can’t reach that. It looks like it’s … 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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