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The Fickle Finger of Fate
“Listen…” I rolled my eyes and leaned back against the passenger’s seat of the Dodge, trying to get myself right with the Lord before something came out of my mouth that would get me in trouble. “Mama, I really don’t hear anything different when you start up. Stop parking it under the live oak. There’s probably more acorns under the hood than motor. When was the last time you took the truck in for service?” “Last month.” She pushed her oversized pink glasses back up the bridge of her nose, the lenses large enough to support a small gold monogram in the lower left hand corner, PM, for Patricia ...
The Anti-Valentine's Day Conversation Heart
"I want to throw a mud pie at Valentine's Day!""Yes, that's me talking. I won't reveal my name. Just think of me as the "Little Red-Haired Girl" that Charlie Brown stares at from across the school yard. He drives me crazy with his wishy-washy personality. Why doesn't he just come over and say "Hi" to me? He is always looking down at the ground. He is gloomy and I absolutely refuse to send him a Valentine's Day card EVER! I won't give my name because I am adored by the ever dreamy-eyed, sickly-sweet Charlie Brown. I will have none of that because boys are "yucky" and especially Charlie Brown is...
PAPER WINGS
PAPER WINGS Tommy stood softly, comfortably curled up on the high red armchair, where he had taken an afternoon nap…And as if he was enjoying it, sunk in that delicious softness, something that made his moustache tremble for emotion and contentment. There was no one at home, neither the dark faced woman nor her terrible little girl, nor that very big man , who came every now and then to visit them. Ah, that there, that very big one, with his big belly and his big ass ( butt), he always chasewww.onedoor.ccd Tommy from the armchair to sit he on it. Tommy was still half asleep, snoring with pleasure, when hi...
Passing the Torch
“You shouldn’t even be talking to me… Liam.”“I know, so keep your voice down, you damn miserable little squirt.” “People see us talkin’ you’re gonna get in trouble.”“Well, you know, I used to think the same way when I was your age so I can’t really blame you for it. But that’s not the way it all works, not really. I kinda figured that out on the way, and… what did you say your name was again?”“I didn’t, ‘cus it’s none your business. Why you askin’ about things like that anyway, my name and what I like? Are you a creep?”“Yeah… sure, I’m a creep, I suppose. I never identified as a creep, b...