Tag Archives: Personal

The Show Goes On: Friday July 24, 2015

“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

“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

“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

“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

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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Enduring Love: Spring 2004

“It just happens to fish,” Mom says, one hand on my shoulder and the other on the tv remote. She flips from the nightly As The World Turns rerun to an episode of CSI. “We’re lucky he lasted as long … Continue reading

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A Happy Cloud: Saturday June 13th, 2015

All right everyone we are in a heat stress advisory so keep indoors or, if you really have to be out and about, drink your weight in water. Now here’s Soundgarden with their early 90’s hit, “Black Hole Sun.” The tune creeps … 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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Cherry Bomb Love: New Years Eve 2014

“Did he kiss you?” June asks. She reclining in a lawn chair, sipping a Dr. Pepper like it’s a White Russian. Admittedly, she doesn’t play the roll of ‘love guru’ better than Mike Myers. “Or should I ask, ‘how big was his … 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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