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Grandfather was surly. Everything angered him. He’d play solitaire at his table, blow cigarette smoke, eat canned anchovies, complain about grandkids drinking his bottled Coke.
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No matter how many times I brought someone home, down into the basement, after awhile there came the knocking on the door at the head of the stair: “Jerry, what are you doing down there? It’s ten o’clock already, for heaven’s sake. Dad and I are
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“Do we really want to treat her? Is she even really sick, or does she live in a country as real as ours, but one we can never visit?”
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....sees the beginning of a new day through the closed shutters, hears the guard washing up at the sink, feels the beginning of a cry in his throat.
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Your place is extra.
No it isn't.
It is, baby.
The man was as aroused by her discomfort as he had been annoyed by her laugh. She wasn't laughing now.
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You read Latin? Drink vodka at ten in the morning? What are you?
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One year it rained, and no one wanted to go. You were sick another year. Mom called it monkey pox, which Dad and I thought was hilarious. I went with Annie, who told the naval…
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There are two kinds of stupid in the world of smoking. The first kind includes anyone who smokes – knowing well that it is likely to cause terrible pain at a later point in their lives. The second kind includes the people who tell the first kind that sm
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That day I was going to write a story about glass but instead stopped and listened
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Getting the beer was easy enough
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Some folks say your hands can tell the story of your life. Well, my hands cain't talk, but they've made so many pies, I bet they could do it themselves if you cut 'em off and gave 'em the right ingredients, I sure do.
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It was the dead of winter. I took my father's shotgun from his closet. He kept it wrapped up in one of those khaki-colored gun tote bags that had a zipper running the whole length of the gun. It was a 16-gauge, single action shotgun. Anyone could tell wha
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With the pernickety finesse of an ageing cat, she waits for the bus to go, then circles the bus stop before pressing down one of the seats with a cautious finger. Only when she is sure it is clean will she sit. [394 words]
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The car inching along, she repeated, bread, milk, cake, over and over, so not to forget.
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I recalled the one night stand I'd had with the girl one balmy summer night in Minneapolis. We lay on my bed in the moonlight, and I touched the nipples of her tiny breasts with the thumb and pinkie of one hand.
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