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No More An Innocent
Symon Kishka sat in the passenger seat of his father’s car, transfixed on the brightly glowing tracer bullets of an opening salvo from a Russian armoured personnel carrier rapidly finding its range. Moments before, Symon and his father had been speeding along a deserted Ukrainian highway, their successful mission to rescue the two dogs they left at their abandoned farmhouse, well underway. The road had been clear throughout the drive towards their home of many years. In the wake of the Russian invasion, an uneasy quietness had settled into their village. It resembled an early Sunday morni...
Speak now
“Speak now.” An invitation to confess to someone else’s crime. Laszlo sat behind his desk, peering over grubby half-moon lenses, a fierce midday sun illuminated a half-cleared fingerprint, the greasy remains of his breakfast sausage. The day’s heat enticed a sheen to his hairless dome, a lone bead meandered toward his jaw, ignored, his hands occupied with a switch, flexing the cruel rod, warming it to the task ahead.In the court of Laszlo, justice is swift, often misplaced. He doesn’t care for the testimony of the innocent, isn’t perturb by the sparing of the guilty. Paramount; the asserting o...
Three Views of the Bridge
Three Views From the Suicide Bridge“Please, don’t do it. Don’t do it,” the gusting winds blew around his head and whipped the man’s brown, stringy hair, but the drumming of Rodney’s erratically beating heart drowned the plea roaring in his ears. His grip tightened on the low guard railing. At last! The perfect suicide bridge. Stretching further out over the side of the New River Gorge Bridge, he squinted through ghostly morning haze shrouding the steep-sided canyon—the murmuring river flowing far below enticing, the mist’s curling fingers beckoning. “Hey, fella. Gonna’ jump?” The words, flun...
An open letter to you
I failed you as a partner. My love was not a creek, overflowing with passion, intimacy, and desire. I took you for granted when you needed me the most. I failed you as a friend. Our connection was strong and unbreakable. Yet, I ruined the bond that took years to build. Most importantly, I failed you as a human. Youwww.onedoor.cc wanted to feel like you belong and I pushed you away like an outsider. My intentions were never to hurt you, but something was missing from our relationship. We stopped having deep conversations, and life became mundane. We went from romantic partners to roommates. I felt stuck, lef...