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

“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

“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

“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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The Good Life: Wednesday April 15th, 2015.

“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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The Tooth Fairy Cometh: Saturday March 28th, 2015.

“That movie was terrible!” June laughs, draining the last few drops of Mello Yellow from her 48oz piss ’til morning cup. “The whole series doesn’t make sense. Someone’s just jumping on the dystopian gravy train. Salsa débil” It’s her second … Continue reading

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The Violent Bear It and Grin: Part II- Wensday March 18th, 2015

“Open the windows.” June grunts. She waves her hands in no particular direction, “It’s a furnace in here.” “They’re already open.” I say, trying to turn the camper’s window hand cranks further. “They all stop half way.” “S***…” June slumps back … Continue reading

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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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Salt Kool-Aid from Mars: Friday March 6th, 2015

“I’m not sure about her.” June says. She stirs her mashed potatoes and peas into a sea foam colored gruel as her hamburger, normally inhaled the moment she places her lunch tray on the table, sits cooling. “How’s her Spanish coming?” “Good.” … Continue reading

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Mormon Cake: Sunday March 1st, 2015.

“Are you dating Jason Laurent?” I ask Morgan. On the kitchen table, my neglected bowl of Corn Flakes softens into oatmeal as my Sunny Delight (a healthy cup of orange flavored sugar water) warms. Hungover, Morgan hasn’t said word to … 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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