Sisyphus Back on the Cattle Drive_A Higher Plane_A Death Of A Critic_Mea Culpa
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Sisyphus Back on the Cattle Drive
Harry woke up wearing dirty long underwear, sleeping in wool blankets and surrounded by a small canvas tarp that came to just a couple feet off his head. His bones and muscles were creaky, and he wanted to close his eyes, except this time he were the Trail Boss, on the big cattle drive from Bandera Texas to the Railhead in Lousiana. If the job worked out this time, and all that he made weren’t lost afore he made it home, he’d get his family off to the West. He’d hang on with all fiersest tenacity of the best bull rider. His own scent were strong and familiar, but he had a strange thought th...
A Higher Plane
I had been riveted by the images on the screen to pay much attention to the man sitting next to me. The initial jolt of our otherworldly encounter had worn off soon after we started watching the narrative of my life on the large white screen – from diaper days to salt-and-pepper adulthood.When the lights came back on, I blinked to readjust my vision to the bright light and, subtly, inched away from the stranger’s elbow. He offered an opaque smile and stepped around the coffee table, making himself comfortable in an armchair across from mine. I sighed with relief as he switched seats.We were th...
A Death Of A Critic
I know how. The sheets stinks. Its me. Its my life. My urine, and the damned sweat. The bed's drenched with it. My feet reek of dead corpses, they're... not mine! My toes are cold. On the left, on the right, at the rear of this goddamned bed they're gathered. Sad, distant people. Some relatives with blank faces I don't care a bit about. Another three or four disappointed persons I used to call friends. We've got a company! And who the hell asked the priest to come over? All right, Boss. It is time for da confession. You've busted me. Not one - two cancers. Both terminal. Hey, hey, listen up!...
Mea Culpa
June 21, 1979; An elderly farmer had been plowing his field when he heard the faint screams of a desperate man. www.onedoor.ccHe had stopped to look around for the source of the noise. All he could see was the heavily wooded area past his fence line. Not much further there happened to be a creek, and beyond that was vast amounts of empty fields. Nestled in the far back right corner was an old farmhouse. It was occupied by a middle aged couple and their teenage son. Sensing that something had gone awry the man turned the key to the off position and proceeded to exit the combine. He made a quick haste to his...