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Charlie
Content Warning: Death, alcoholism, depression, thoughts of self-harmDaniel preferred the "airline" bottles. They were easier to steal from the liquor store and easier to hide from the scum out there who would steal them from him. His fingers were almost too numb to twist the tiny cap, but the promise of a shot of - he glanced at the label - pineapple rum gave him superhuman determination. The meager dose of syrupy fire barely warmed his belly as it washed not enough of the rising bile of memory back down his throat. The six bottles could never be close to enough, but they had to last. He vowe...
And Then There Were Nine
Cardboard shoe boxes tower high the walls of our cramped entrance hallway of the apartment on East 23rd street. The ones I need are in a large box at the bottom of this wobbly pyramid. I hold the box above it against the wall, and using my thumb and the very tip of my pinky finger, pull the green box labelled Hoka out.A voice rings out behind me, “You have ten pairs of shoes in the hallway. I think you need to get rid of a few.”“But I need to rotate my shoes to protect my feet,” I say defensively to my wife Melissa.“Ten pairs?”I can’t see her face as I’m still pushing the boxes against the wal...
The Seeer
Alicia sat at the table looking as the world passed her by, sipping her coffee at her favorite diner. She always came to the same table, at this time and ordered the same drink. Alicia was tired of the same routine, coffee, work, sleep, coffee, work and sleep. She wanted her life to have a meaning, a purpose. She wanted to look back at her life and think at this moment she had made a difference. Jack came to the table and knocked against her glasses to draw her attention away from her thoughts. Alicia looked up and smiled at her long time friend. Jack had been her friend since they were both l...
Simply Sympathy
Who’s the stupid bitch now, Ma? Christine wonders. Her heart flutters as her prospect and neighbour, Mrs. Martinez, holds the jar of Crystal Dreams in her palms, rotating it with her calloused fingers, squinting at the label. At 25 mL it fits in one hand, like an old fashioned ink jar.I’m helping people.“How many can I put you down for?” Christine puts on her biggest smile and takes out an order form and pen. She hopes it’s a big number. At just over $50 a unit, she imagines a big payday – finally something to dent the debt.She hopes it’s a number.Mrs. Martinez purses her lips and says, “Hmm.”...