What So Proudly We Hail_Rules of the Game_September Falls_When It Rains, It Pours
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What So Proudly We Hail
A corncob sizzled seductively on the barbeque. Ice cubes in a pitcher swayed, gently clicking and rattling. A freshly sliced lawn dominated the olfactory. I lifted my head and thought, “Yes—hmmmm—why yes. I know these things. There is no mistaking it—it’s the goddamned fourth day of the goddamned month of July.”We lived right where the suburbs begin to turn into farmland, in a sandstone house by a lonely intersection. Two acres of green grass, a chicken hutch out back, a few developed houses across the way, and a peach orchard to the rear—as slices of heaven go, on most days, this was one of t...
Rules of the Game
“Where’s the crackers?” my grandfather gruffly asked the waitress. She had just placed a bowl of the soup of the day, cream of chicken, in front of him. Globules of oil beaded the surface of the yellowish gluey concoction.The sour-faced waitress disappeared for a moment and returned with a single crushed packet of saltines. She slapped it on the table in front of him.I winced, desperately wanting to start digging a hole out of there.His clear blue eyes, mesmerizing even in his old age, shot her an icy glare. For a split second she held his stare, then turned to walk away.“You dumb shit,” my gr...
September Falls
It was always that next hit, that next thrill, that kept me going. Sure, I’d give it all for fifteen minutes of pure bliss. But how far would I go to leave it all behind? Did I have to lose my mind?How many bodies had penetrated the most sacred, holy, part of me? Did I ask myself that as I left the starlet nights in ragged clothes, and a rigid jaw full of scars, memories, full of conflicts with the law. With permanent conditions and no one that saw.I sit and look across town, everyone’s just milling about looking for something to do. Summer was hot, a forgotten ink blot, a failed IQ test. But ...
When It Rains, It Pours
The smell of autumn filled Memphis’ nose as he ran around the football field. “Come on boys, pick up the speed.” A coach yelled at them. Memphis gained his speed a little while thinking about how he hoped the football season to go. The boys ran around for a bit and a coach blew his whistle and the boys started their walk towards the coaches. The coaches starwww.onedoor.ccted their daily speeches, while the boys were awaiting the lineup for the season. Memphis felt he did pretty good but he just knew he didn’t beat Zion Williams, last year’s quarterback. “Ok, now quarterback…” the coach started, Zion’s ...