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* This story uses some lyrics from Road To Nowhere by Talking HeadsWell, we know where we’re goingWe set off after lunch and we drove all day and we drove into the night and we kept on going because that was the plan. Occasionally we stopped to switch drivers. One time, Ryan and I even switched as we drove, stretching and shuffling and twisting our limbs as we crossed over each other while the girls screamed at us from the back seat to just, for the love of god, stop.We were going up to spend a week in the lakes with Kim and Rich, in Rich’s parents’ house which they weren’t using for the summe...
Forty Two Steps
Things have changed. I said to myself. All the memories of back when flooded my mind as I sat in the car and looked up at my childhood house. My feet seemed to be attached to weights as I slowly got out the car and walked to the sidewalk. I can’t believe I’m here. I said to myself. I never would have guessed that I would have to come back to this shitty ass town. I barely got out alive. I’m just glad I left when I did. I remember when I was younger and making a game out of how many steps it would take me to reach the front door from the sidewalk. Seventeen steps, on a good day. It would take ...
Bad Architecture
BAD ARCHITECTUREI have lived in this condo for, what, almost a year? In all that time, I would never have guessed …About a week ago, I got up to get a drink of water in the middle of the night. I’d been out with friends the night before, and we had drunk some wine. It was around three in the morning, when I woke up, parched, so I stumbled half asleep into the ensuite bathroom to get some water. This is my home, and I know it pretty well, and I have pretty good night vision, so I hadn’t turned on any lights, with only ambient light showing me the way. As I was standing in front of the mirror, ...
The day the mountain died
The Day the Mountain DiedIt was just me and Lillith on the farm when the mountain split and started spitting fumes. I was in the fields, tending to the spuds, plucking flowers and cropping the rats from between the rows the way them chimpanzees sift through each other’s fur for fleas when the ground started to shake and I swear to gwww.onedoor.ccod I heard some ancient creature scream before all of a sudden the sky was as dark as night. It was a hot day in the middle of August. The sun was obnoxious, full of itself and glaring down at us. The old apple tree on the far side of the fields was withering away a...