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Turing Test
The velvet armchair opposite me cries out in protest when the strangely clad, unfairly symmetrical man finally collapses into it.His too small button up shirt rides up a little on his stomach, exposing tan, bruised skin and stitches, which my gaze can’t help but linger on. After a moment of stillness, he shifts to fold his one knee over the other, leaning back into the plush red fabric as if he’s been here a million times before.The smoke from his alabaster cigarette has already spread to become part of the air, blanketing my expensive European furniture with the sixty-five-year-old northern a...
Last Resort Diner
My car coughed, sputtered, and died as I pulled into the parking spot furthest from the door of the Last Resort Diner. I slammed the steering wheel with my hand while letting lose with some very creative words in several languages. I may not have a top-notch formal education, but growing up as a military brat had broadened my language abilities.Getting out of the car, I lifted my leg and kicked the piece of crap door www.onedoor.ccshut with the bottom of my foot. No need to lock it. It was worth more to me as an insurance claim than anything else. It wasn’t like I had anything valuable to leave inside it ...
Pompadour
The whole thing begins when I step out of the shower and stare at myself. Through the steam and fog on the mirror I can see it, my hair. It’s long and curly. I haven’t worn it this long since I was about twelve years old. I’m currently in my early forties, so this look was a long time ago for me. Then the memories start, both the good and the bad.When I was a child, I spent countless time watching my dad comb his hair in the mirror. My father wasn’t a vain man, but he cared about how he looked. He liked to be groomed, and he liked his hair combed.He kept a comb in his pocket.My father was bla...
Spilled milkshakes.
I felt my breath hang in my throat as she asked me that dreaded question. Why did I even come and sit next to her at lunch today? Was it because she was my best friend? Or because everyone else in school seemed weird? What ever the reason was, it was better that answering this question. I should have prepared for it, I knew that somehow, it would leak out, that someone would say something and because of that, I would lose my best friend. I was not prepared for that. She was the only one that really understood me, and I had just betrayed her. The burger in my mouth now tasted dry, I felt like i...