Maladie_After-School Walk_The Cashier, the Bears, and Burger King_My Crazy Love Life
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Maladie
“It’s either heads or tails, mister…. Heads we fight… tails… well, I guess it’s yer lucky day. Whatever you call don’t matter none to me, coz, if we draw, you die…” Chance Petersen was an ornery, two-faced, back-shooting son-of-a-bitch that wasn’t happy until he picked at least one fight with someone before supper time. The misfortune today, just happened to fall upon the head of a lonely drifter who wandered dry and thirsty into the aptly named, The Last Drink Saloon, in a temporary makeshift railroad town in Arizona called Canyon Diablo – a fading relic that once bustled with robust life… a...
After-School Walk
Hildred Brasher had not walked home after school in many a year—probably not since his parents had his little sister, Zariah, and even less so when they had his even littler sister, Margaret. Which was a shame, really, because he had once truly and deeply loved these walks. They were just about as peaceful as his chaotic, violent mess of a life could possibly get, although that wasn't saying much.It wasn't that his parents were helicopter parents or anything of the sort. If anything, it was the precise opposite. They probably gave Hildred a little too much independence at times. But, alas, whe...
The Cashier, the Bears, and Burger King
The line snakes through aisles four, five, and six, with half of the aisles’ contents on the floor. Some parents are haphazardly returning toys their screaming children were trying to sneak into their baskets. Other patrons are wipings shelves clean of wrapping paper and Christmas bags. As for me, a Dollar Tree floor sales associate with five shoplifters caught under my name, I just want to clock out and get my Double Whopper from Burger King. “Next in line to register three!” As I call the next person, I see an elderly lady with a silvery gray bob cut carrying twenty Jesus candles walking to ...
My Crazy Love Life
There are certain words which, once uttered, may never be un-said. Certain words which are irrevocable. Phrases like, “I want a porce,” or, “It’s not you, it’s me,” and “Wow, thawww.onedoor.cct’s an ugly baby!” … I could go on.On that particular morning, at the unholy hour of 3:00 A.M., the words that could not be un-said were, “Let’s go for a walk!”Immediately, those words were heard, processed, and acted upon. A clattering sound soon arose. A jingling noise ensued. An eager vocalization echoed around my tiny apartment, a cross between a bleat and a woof; what I had come to call a “Bahrk.” That was foll...