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Born to be Mild
The tedium of a Ta Ta Creek summer day was shattered when the 1958 Desoto pulled into my dad’s driveway. Rust bubbled from the paint on the doors of the old Dodge and from the top where a makeshift roof rack had been installed. A cloud of black smoke poured from the tail pipe. Rex and his friend had pooled their money to buy a 13 year-old junker they called Big Blue. Riding shotgun was a wiry guy named Skits, short for schizophrenic. I don’t know if he had that disorder, but if he did, he hadn’t taken his medication on this day. The long honk of the horn was my cue to join the party. Dad looke...
Out of Time
Kiya let an arrow fly as she weaved in and out through the dense forest surrounding her. Shwww.onedoor.cce was training with her older sister, Elizabeth. They were training to defend themselves if needed when needed. Her arrow hit her target perfectly and she jumped on a low tree branch pumping her fists up.“Well Done!” her sister cheered triumphantly, “you’re getting good at archery, a few more days and you’ll be able to hit a target from a klick away,” Elizabeth told her enthusiastically.They trained for several more hours, running and jumping through naturally made courses and practising stealth and weap...
terminus
Danny grins right into the sun and revs the engine, nudging the speedometer past eighty. There’s not a sign of life for as far as he can see, until the ochre of the desert bleeds into the heat haze on the horizon. Just the endless sameness of rocks and dust and melting tarmac. It really makes the man beside him, tux rumpled and disheveled, hair a windswept mess, all the more interesting. He laughs, draping one wrist over the wheel and turning to look at him. “Y’know, I haven’t seen a groom look so damn miserable since my Uncle Jimmy married into the family. Hell happened to you?”The man doesn’...
Guess Who Came to Breakfast?
Guess Who Came to Breakfast?“Crash!” The sound of all the plates and glasses on the breakfast table tumbling to the floor followed by a bloodcurdling scream as cousin, Carey Stupolski, also saw herself hurled off her chair in our dining room and saw herself covered with pancake syrup.The scream emanated more from the shock of our breakfast guest than from fear. Carey had been living and dining with us, the Fizurskis, because her mother Marcia, my mother's sister, needed her temporarily removed from a potentially dangerous domestic situation in her own home.“The craziest thing,” Carey said as...