WWII Reenactment_HOMAGE TO SHERMAN AVENUE_@staris_The Ties That Bind
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WWII Reenactment
“You’re a real asshole, you know that?” Tom’s best friend grunted from the back seat where he lay on his side, a hand clutching a bleeding wound in his abdomen.“Dude!” A quick glance from the highway to the rearview mirror removed Tom’s eyes from the road long enough for the car to drift into the other lane. “This is a rental! You’re bleeding everywhere―shit!” He jerked the wheel as the car he nearly drifted into honked furiously at him.“Good.” Tom’s best friend, Ben, grinned through his obvious discomfort. “I hope they keep your deposit.”“Dick.” Tom shook his head before recklessly weaving th...
HOMAGE TO SHERMAN AVENUE
HOMAGE TO SHERMAN AVENUE By Andrew Paul Grell “Hi, Nick! Bye, Nick!” Nick valved off the garden hose and waited for the rest of the greetings, seventeen more, all present and accounted for, Lydia, Jack, Sam and Sammy from two buildings up, his own building’s kids, to Nora, Carter and Em from the corner building. When the school bus showed up and eighteen kids boarded, the hose came back on, as if by magic. “Careful www.onedoor.ccthere, Mr. Hemmings. Petunia’s probably right around the corner. I think she may be in a mood.” “How can you know that? Around the corner from here is what, 200, 250 yards?” “Fafner...
@staris
I’ve spent goodness knows how many hours watching other people put make-up on, far more than I’ve spent on my own face in the last fifty years.I tug at my cheeks, getting both hands involved in order to lift the jowls. “A tuck” that’s what they call it. All this skin, safely tucked behind the ears, out of view, where it belongs, heaven forbid saggy skin is visible. When I let go, the skin rushes back, not quite like a twanged elastic band, more like a dribble running down a cheek. There was a time it didn’t do that, although I didn’t notice it then. I notice it now. I’ve grown this skin, this ...
The Ties That Bind
Everything Joss Ackles did annoyed me. From the way he ran his fingers through his dark hair when he was deep in thought to the way he chewed his food with precise, intense concentration. But that was only because I had been in love with him since I was sixteen and he eighteen. He had gone away to college and came back three years later with his beautiful wife Charlotte in tow, breaking my heart and shattering my dreams – even if I hadn't had any reason for hope that he would even remember my name. And then, two years into their marriage, Charlotte was involved in a hit and run accident, and ...