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I imagine the hollow thud, the back of my head pushed into those pillows...
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I think the ritual started after the first time he and I slept together.
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...I stared at my good dog with the same entreaty I saw in her eyes. Save us. Please.
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We’re more into the punishment that works its way in through the skin and coats the heart anonymously.
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There were no animals in our house when we were growing up. Except my father, of course. And the uncles who came to feast at our carcasses. Now I am old enough to know who the pets were. Now I have a shelter rescued puppy who sits by my feet and licks them when remembering…
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One day, Dirk the mechanic stood in the service bay underneath a Cadillac, sucking the knuckle he’d just bloodied
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He hid in parks and abandoned apartment houses until his wounds healed. He ate nuts, berries, and seeds. A shy, gentle soul, he watched children playing on the monkey bars, and thought of his lost youth.
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No matter what Mom did we thought she was amazing. She was sixty different women, feeding us meals, stitching our clothes when torn, keeping our house together.
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“Ol’ Betty has a nice set of headlights,” he says with a wink as he springs out of the recliner.
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The old man raised his chin, formed a smile, and twisted his cane on the floor so that the rubber cap at its base made a squeak.
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M swallowed a watermelon seed and, within a few months, began to show. Her boyfriend was irate. All the good times we’ve had, and now a watermelon seed has done us in.
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Paring knife under my pillow, I dream of skinning so many things...Three mice, a human arm, big bad wolf.
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Crass, vulgar, boorish, impaired, angry, depressed, jealous, regretful.
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The crowd gathered around the dying man's bed, waiting for his last words.
He was a genius. The most prolific writer and philosopher to ever live. He wiped his ass with the words of Shakespeare. The thoughts of Plato, Socrates, Descartes, and Nietzsche w
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His hands felt huge, like those of an amusement park mascot, puffy and devoid of sensation. His feet small, tiny mouse appendages not exactly limbs but more like molded action figure parts.
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