New Gospel_The assistant County Treasurer_Baking up Trouble_Hermit Crabs and Goldfish
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New Gospel
For want of religion, Arthur McGovern spends most days wrestling one-armed bandits at the Miner’s Claim Casino in Blackhawk, Colorado. On this day, he’s hunkered down in front of a Wild West-themed slot machine called Buffalo Bill’s Round-Up. Dropping in the requisite token, he reaches across the machine awkwardly to pull the lever with his opposite hand. At his age, he must alternate his pulling arm to keep from wearing out his shoulders. The wheel revolves through cartoon illustrations of mining equipment, gold nuggets, and precious stones. Luck comes when the pictures line up in the perfect...
The assistant County Treasurer
The year was 1983、 I was excited because I had just gotten out of school. I graduated finally with a degree in accounting. It was before the internet. It was with landline phones still around. And the area was Central Illinois. Cass County had the same treasure for many years. I was excited for the opportunity to work for Mike Bass. But it wasn't long before strange things began to happen. I sold my home in a small town not too far away to be close to work so I could walk to work everyday to work with Mike. But Mike wasn't the only one I had to work with. There were two older ladies well over...
Baking up Trouble
TW: Hints at sexual assault, swearing.Yellow light reflects off the window as I watch my station disappear in the subway tunnel. Blackness turns into the bright light of a train heading the other direction. I think of my little girl, Tina, with her mother, Billie. Be a better man. No more powers. No risking your freedom. I try not to make eye contact with anyone. Some of them have gang tattoos. I saw a kid with different colours getting on in a different car further down. Hopefully they get on and off without seeing each other. I don’t want to be caught up in their territ...
Hermit Crabs and Goldfish
When Auntie Sheila died, we all gathered together again. Most of us didn't have far to travel. I was the closest: I only had to walk down the sidewalk to her two-story brick house. My steps, enlivened by the crunching leaves underfoot, did not seem as sorrowful as they felt inside me. I felt a little like I was walking toward a catastrophe, and my heart grew heavier with each step. The squirrels didn't mind me,www.onedoor.cc and continued their chittering and scurrying. They weren't fit company for my mournful heart, but I assumed my cousins and my uncle would be.Every week I had visited my ailing aunt. Her...