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When Lady Luck Gives You the Finger
CW: dismemberment.It took me twenty four years to find my finger. That’s twenty three and three-quarter years after Debbie left me at the altar.Okay, we never quite made it to the altar, but we did have matching rings. She was my high school sweetheart and I had big dreams for us. I had a sweet job and a football scholarship promised me a pro sports career. Everything was bright.My major was meaningless. Coach told me I was the best wide receiver the school had ever seen and nothing else mattered. I supported myself with the coolest job ever, at the Tender Dairy ice cream factory. Perks includ...
Deadly Distractions
Hugging herself despite the balmy temperature, Kristal stood by the gnarled hunk of metal wrapped around a leaning telephone pole that had, only an hour before, been her brand-new Toyota. Her third car wreck in two weeks, through no fault of her own.Like those of its others, its revelation, made via phone call, had eviscerated Hannah. The feeling hadn’t ceased even when Kristal had told her that she was okay (physically, at least). Instead, reflexively, she’d asked herself how Devin would react to this. Snapshot memories—red blotches creeping up Devin’s face as he perceived the transgression ...
It's Unlucky Not to Be Superstitious
It was Steak Night aboard the harbor Tugboat Samson moored at Pier 13 on the San Francisco waterfront. At the dinner meal , Deckhand Nicky, a flibbertigibbet in Captaiwww.onedoor.ccn Billy's well seasoned opinion, spilled the salt shaker onto the galley table and apparently didn't possess enough common sense to toss a pinch over his left shoulder smack dab into The Devil's eyes. The other two crew members, Mister Mate Mark and Chief the Engineer, were too occupied chowing down their supper and were oblivious to this transgression. After all, it was Steak Night. However, for Captain Billy this blatant affron...
Tea and Breakups
The rose-printed, gold-edged china tea kettle on which she’d blown a month’s salary whistled, and he jumped nearly to the ceiling. Had she seen it, she would’ve seized the opportunity to add some snide remark or other to her already-massive repertoire. Fortunately, however, she was in the kitchen, preparing for the tea that would end all teas.Perhaps, he thought for what seemed the millionth time, this would prove a mistake. He thought of his mother after his father had left them, how she’d had to piece their lives back together when she herself had shattered. Working from early mornin...