Professional Courtesy_My Saltine Crackers_Return of the King_You Looking for Trouble?
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Professional Courtesy
Time is seldom generous; when it passes it tends to bequeath only regret and longing. For many, the sorrow of unfulfilled potential that plagues them at the end of their days is life’s final indignity. For artists, especially those whose lives are governed by a desperate desire for justice, leaving work undone brings the added burden of having left a hole in eternity.Dainne Folter had spent a lifetime perfecting her skills. Her first apprenticeship had begun when she was only eight seasons old, helping her father on his rounds. By the time the war had come, three seasons later, she had risen t...
My Saltine Crackers
I used to walk down to the railroad tracks when I needed a spot to think. Behind my house there was a rusty set of tracks that ran through a field of dry grass. It seemed to stretch on forever, so it was easy to lose track of time walking those rails, just my thoughts and me.Some days I’d spend time thinking about the clouds, how they could fly across the sky without a care. It looked so easy to be a cloud, all white and puffy, free with the wind. They were like the cars of a train, following their own little sky trails. Sometimes I wished I could fly up there and melt with them into the sunse...
Return of the King
Language Warning“Can’t you just take it?”“Unfortunately, I can’t sir. Not without a receipt.” The kid at the counter stares back at me. Only half of his irises are showing from under his eyelids. I think I read somewhere that that means a person is secretly insane, but he’s probably just stoned. The register beeps and fluorescent lights start chipping away at my restraint. What’s more, the store is still playing Christmas music even though it's fucking January. “It was a gift,” I tell him. “I don’t have the receipt.” My tone is composed, but I’m gripping the edge of the counter thr...
You Looking for Trouble?
*** Warning: This story contains profanity. ***I picked up the phone to call mywww.onedoor.cc brother and realized that I hadn’t spoken to him in many months. I’d been calling him more regularly, for the past twenty-five years, but this time was different. The last six months for me had been extraordinarily…complicated. Complicated enough for me to call him. I had the propensity to fight and had a handful of them in the last months. One encounter, about a month ago, happened to be the worst decision of my life. I messed with the wrong guy. He threatened to get me and rather than wait around I began to trave...