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Cock and Bull
“I quit!” Morgan stared at his face in the angled mirrors of the bathroom. He had been practicing the line in his own thoughts for more than a week. It was the first time that he actually said it out loud, and he made sure to say it in their upstairs bathroom. “I…” “Darling?” Tracy was in the kwww.onedoor.ccitchen with her coffee and some of that green blended mush that Morgan would be forced to wash down with his toast and poached egg (no caffeine for you, dear; very bad for your health). He really thought she would not be able to hear him over the blender and the morning news. “Just in the bathroom, dear....
The Abyss Gazes Back
Of course he was late. I’d been warned. When he finally arrived, he sauntered in, wearing an Italian double breasted deconstructed blazer in flecked wool. It looked luxurious, silk and cashmere with patch pockets. He could have paired the jacket with anything. He chose basketball shorts. The kind you find on the floor at Ross Dress for Less. “Are you Dr. Friedrich?” he asked, pronouncing my name in a German accent. His tone indicated neither an apology nor any amount of curiosity. Youthful decadence, entitled by a raw beauty that would fade.Noticing the mild annoyance in my eyes, he smiled bri...
Follow "Threw"
It's been nineteen years since I lost my independence.Sixteen years since I got punched in the gut by a phone call. In 2002 I brought my granddaughter home from the neonatal ICU. She was 10 days old. For almost three years I took her to specialists at top hospitals in search of answers. The experts relentlessly poked and prodded, but a clear diagnosis eluded them. We ran the gauntlet called diagnostic odyssey, yet no one considered the possibility of a faulty gene, passed from mother to child, from my daughter to my granddaughter.It was the spring of 2005 when the phone rang. It was the call t...
Hax and Hickory
“What is wrong with you people, marchin’ and marchin’ in this dadblamed heat?” Hax Gillespie’s continuous griping was wearing on the entire troop. The two days since he had been dragged from his house and tied over the back of a horse had seemed an eternity.“I reckon it’ll be freezin’ tonight though, ice beaded all over us from the sweat.” It was March and while the sun beat down on them in the afternoon, nights were still cold in this part of Tennessee. I’m Aubrey Thames and I’d met the old man, Henry Gillespie, at a funeral gathering. He was the grandfather of my best friend and he had a...