Haunting in E_The Runner_Sunny and Stormy, we're just too different._Misfit Ticket
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Haunting in E
Iris stepped in shoulder-first, a cardboard box digging into her palms and a new silver key hanging from her finger. “Let me know if your mail key doesn’t work,” called the landlord, already retreating. “My number’s taped to the fridge.”“Okay—” called Iris, as the landlord vanished down the stairs. She carried her box through the dusty little entry and turned the corner to greet her empty, new, sunlit, blissfully-hers apartment—and stopped dead at the edge of the living room. When the landlord had emailed her two weeks ago to let her know that the previous tenants would be leaving some inc...
The Runner
Mark had a dream a few nights ago. There is no explanation as to the circumstances that gave rise to this event and I am reluctant to make an attempt to interpret its significance. I have always found Freudian arguments unconvincing and never quite believed that Joseph, he of the multi-colored coat, predicted seven years of famine and plenty after listening to the over active imagination of a pharaoh.This skepticism is reinforced by the nature of dreams as transient images: details disappear with the dawn of a new day and the best we can hope for is a partial view of the main theme. Through a ...
Sunny and Stormy, we're just too different.
Sunny and Stormy, we’re just too different…It was the last thing I ever said to Sunny. It was said in anger, with snake-like venom. Enough venom to kill whatever remaining love and kinship remained. I spat out "we're just too different". I said it in the split second before I slammed the door behind me and stormed off to the bar in the Hotel Monte Carlo. No not the one in the Mediterranean, the one on the shores of Lake Maracaibo in Venezuela. The hotel was more of a motel and the lake was just the world's biggest swamp. I was over all this crap. This was the last time that Sunny the selfish S...
Misfit Ticket
Your thick fingers, grimy, offer up a first class ticket. She’s offended, that ticket taking lady. The dirt stands out, especially on this train. Your hands got character though, right?There’s no sonofabitch with more character than you, friend.You do the world a great favor when you plop down and stick your feet up on the facing suede seat. You don’t run to the toilet to wash. You let the dirt ride. Devas love that, sprites adore that. Self-doubt makes the world cringe.In Italy they’d arrest you for putting your muddy shoes up. What the hell. Let’s just say no matter how low life gets there’s...