A Lesson to be Learned_Justin's Interrogation_The Business of Disappearing_Maudlin
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A Lesson to be Learned
As Todd Drucker was getting ready to “borrow” the family car and pick up Sara for their date, he was keeping an eye on the clock. He didn’t want to be late, but he really didn’t care about letting people wait for him. “Time is a human concept,” Todd thought. “Why bother to keep track of it?" "You will still get older and you will still die no matter what the time." Todd never really cared about other people before the incident. He was a wild, carefree spirit with a gusto for life itself. He was always laughing, not caring if the joke was at the expense of others. Todd believed that he knew ab...
Justin's Interrogation
The room was cold and clinical. The table he was sitting at was metal and shone under the fluorescent lights that illuminated his face. His leg shook as he looked around the room and tried to figure out who was on the other side of the clearly two-way mirror. The skin on his thumb was numb from being worried between his teeth and his mouth was dryer than it had ever been, even after a good smoke. The doors finally groaned open and Justin sat up straighter in the chair. Two detectives entered one after the other. It was the same detectives who had come to his work, his boss told him this was g...
The Business of Disappearing
“Seth? You’re up.”The words hung in the air, waiting for a response.The door had just swung open in acknowledgement of Jamison’s knock. A man, thinly framed and sweaty was on the other side of it. He had his hoodie on – hood up. He said nothing.Jamison let the words sit – only now realizing that the client hadn’t the breath to respond even if he had known what to say.A moment passed while Jamison expected a follow up – it did not come. He stood firm, waiting for the client to catch his breath. It was not uncommon for them to take a minute. The client finally conceded:“Sorry, what?”A ridiculous...
Maudlin
content warning: abuse, suicideI looked at the light from the lamp shine clearly on the counter top, and sighed in relief. I should’ve known bettewww.onedoor.ccr than to start a bar, but despite knowing all the messy nights I’ve dealt with in them, I did it anyway. I’ve always waved it off, hoping not to let that past hold me back. Last night’s brawl though was something even my bouncers and I couldn’t have anticipated. I looked around at the dim lit space, sunlight trickling through the transparent door. When dawn creeps on the day, it has an almost cabin in the woods vibe to it, someplace you go to sit ...