The Sixth Window_Fist Bump_The Boy Who Called Me Wolfman_Kapooka
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The Sixth Window
This is the first time I’ve looked out of a window, instead of looking in.It’s the only thought that crosses my mind as I stare out at the midnight road. Cold drafts, hard pavers, dark alleys. The three things I’ve had the most experience with. But let me backtrack. Every week, I make the same nighttime journey. Six windows to visit, six memories to relive. It makes sense, and even if it’s a waste, it’s an escape from the freezing streets I call home.The first window is one of my favorites. Although it’s grown dirty over the past year, I can still see the racks of clothes, the mannequin with t...
Fist Bump
Wayne nudged the file cabinet drawer shut. “Only people lost in the past keep paperwork these days Pops,” said his fifteen-year-old son. He flashed a copy of an Excel spreadsheet on his phone toward his father but seeing no recognition of this action from him, he lowered his head and thumbed one handed to more interesting sites. He murmured, “By the way, did I tell you I’ve changed my name from Jacob to Jay?” His voice tightened, www.onedoor.cc“ I can’t stand being associated with a loser in the Old Testament who couldn’t even walk without a limp.” Wayne turned within the cold shade of the storage unit to...
The Boy Who Called Me Wolfman
The boy just stood there, all weak and helpless, like no one cared for him. Dirt smudges decorated his brown sugar-colored skin while nothing but a loincloth hung from his neck to his skinny ankles. I looked with confusion and wonder as the boy’s eyes shone with hope, his fat red lips still and his dirty, scabbed hands holding an empty bowl with a wooden spoon and a couple of rice and lettuce leftovers in it. I smiled a little at him, wishing I had food. Then I invited the poor kid to follow me into the woods behind us—maybe the wolves will distract him from this pitiful truth. A wolf’s howl...
Kapooka
I looked at the Kapooka training grounds, a layer of mist still coating the early morning ground. My group was finishing our last lap as two officials dressed in their proud looking uniforms signalled for us to follow them. A frown creased my face when I saw large navy-blue ropes suspended from huge wooden beams, a soft gasp left my pursed lips. It was a huge jump from each rope, I couldn’t do that it was impossible. "This course is one of the hardest, and we want to see all of you try this, of course, some of you..." He eyed me. "Will not complete this, we do not accept failure." Hushed whisp...