The Farmhouse on the Hill_A Passing Acquaintance with Grace_Out of the Frying Pan_Cooking Under Pres
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The Farmhouse on the Hill
PART 1***28/10/1998I don’t think I can do this. This guy Jayme wants me to help him rob some fucking jewelry store out on Main Street. It’s a dumb idea, I know, one that's likely to get us both killed. But man, what other option do we got? Ever since we lost our jobs at the Nesco Automobile Factory, it’s been harder than a virgin boy’s dick after watching porn for the first time. I tried looking for work at other places; Joey’s Burger don’t hire nobody who didn’t finish high school, and the New Durban High School don’t hire nobody with a criminal record, so as to not put the students’ safety a...
A Passing Acquaintance with Grace
My good deed got two people killed. And it all started with a dame. Ain’t that always the way?****************************“You did the right thing, Booker. Can’t blame yourself for what happened,” Stella told me. I had just knocked back a fistful of gin and tonics and was feeling the effects of a lot of booze on an empty stomach.“You bein’ right don’t make it any easier to take, Stell. Raymond and Ophelia Murtaugh are still on slabs downtown. Just as sure as eggs is eggs, that rat bastard Kenny Palmer had something to do with it.”“Let’s get you home, Book. A good night’s sleep and a decent han...
Out of the Frying Pan
Out of the Frying Pan“Give me your hand.” “Fire!” the words slipping from my dream, leaving one eternity for another. I don’t know what I was thinking, perhaps I wasn’t. Sometimes we do things with no concern for our own safety. Most often though, we recognize the danger involved in an act, and take a few minutes to weigh the consequences. It is that time, that few seconds, minutes, hours, sometimes days, even weeks, that we place our internal debate, where anyone walking down the street, can see it. They can see both sides, our rebuttals, our feints, our disastrous insinuations about what mi...
Cooking Under Pressure
“What you doin?” “What does it look like I’m doin?” “Don’t rightly know, or I wouldn’t be askin.” “Makes some kind of sense. You really wantin to know?” “Like I said, I wouldn’t be askin if I…” “Ok, OK, I’ll tell ya if’n you don’t know.” “Well, alright then!” And that’s the way it seems to go. Been goin on like this for generations, and each one passes and leaves something behind for us to be wondered about. Great Granddad, picture of www.onedoor.cchim and the long saw, on the shop wall. Him and his buddy, Rooty Two Toes, cutting down some tree wider across than the house they had back then. Then it was Gr...