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Susan CatucciNicholas FrazierS Stories 04-07

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  • AND WHERE WERE YOU ON THE NIGHT OF . . .
  • Road Song
  • On The Run
  • Texting After A Funeral
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    Warning: Description of crime scene. Some disturbing images.* * *Justine had finally dipped into a semi-dream state when the buzz coming from her phone deposited her right back into her own living nightmare. She fumbled around for the phone, not checking to see who it was. She knew."I'm about to order wings. How many you want?"Justine hesitated for just a second before mumbling, "Just a half-order and leave out the ghost peppers this time."The phone went dead.* * *By the time she arrived at the Deep Six, it was well past midnight. The bar was packed, as usual. Stacks, the bouncer, leaned towar...yvgone door

    Road Song

    “Thanks forwww.onedoor.cc the lift, Robin.  It saved me some trouble”“This is weird-you haven’t taken any time off since I’ve known you.  And you’re really going to buy this car? ”“Already bought, now I’m driving it off the lot.  Look, take care of things for me.  I know you’ll be great.  Don’t call me-just do what you think is best.  Time to fly.”He waved as the younger man drove off, then walked into Larsen BMW, scratched his name on the line and turned his new 740i into traffic.  Fifteen minutes later he stepped through the door of his apartment and called for his best friend.  “Boggle!!  Come on boy!!!”...yvgone door

    On The Run

    The ominous rumble of thunder above vibrates through my bones as I quicken my pace down the lonely road. With no time for an umbrella, not even a coat, my body tenses as it anticipates my enemy, the rain. It always comes with pain. As the first drop splashes on my face and runs down my cheek, the memories come flooding back. The many times I hid in my room with endless tears soaking my pillow, while Mama screamed in pain. His fists were his weapons, and he used them well. Black and blue eyes and busted lips were their specialties. On extra special days, ribs were cracked too. There were times ...yvgone door

    Texting After A Funeral

    “Well, I thought mom’s memorial service went very well.”

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