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I don’t remember life without her. Auntie was always there until, of course, I shot her. I was 18. The gun? It was hers. She kept two, a shot gun her son used to hunt deer with and the little handgun that she used to put away ‘destructive raccoons.’ I …
I was a disappointment to my parents. They never said so, but sometimes walking into a room, where I heard a whispering conversation seconds before and then an embarrassed silence after I walked in was clue enough. My mother was always the first to recover. “There you are, dear; your …
Sure, after three kids, she gained some weight. And yeah, I missed the thin young woman; long shapely legs, straight golden blond hair, and breasts that stood out with no help from me or her clothes. As my girlfriend, she was uninhibited, as my wife; she was without shame, I’d …
“Ne felj!” His slender body arched inward; shoulders stooped as if he were trying to make himself less frightful. Impossible! My teeth chattered in response to his hushed question and attempted assurance. The blood that smeared across his lips and chin, the body of the young girl between us now emitting a thin mist as if her soul were rising from her cooling body. “Meggyilkoltad azt a lanyt.” I croaked out at last. But even in my fear my mind churned to remember the lighting, the smell, the shadow of the place in which I felt certain my life was finally beginning and soon to end.
Slow. Simple word and often used in disparaging ways. Let us slow the scenery speeding by. Take my hand and show me the sapling Which the towering white oak shelters. Whisper in my ear about the hiding place of the deer. Lift me just a few feet from the ground …
I left her there, okay? I did. We had an argument; it wasn’t the thing to do, but it was a long time ago. I left her there. I’m tired now. I can’t help the police incompetence. When I walked away, she was still shouting at me, so yeah, she was fine.
But guilt pervaded his conscious one particular morning when realizing that premarital sex was the only type of sex he had ever had.
The thought came to me when I saw my neighbor walking his dog. Every day he walked his dog at the same time. The dog was big and black with a square head and a sleek body. It’s a personal prerogative I know but I prefer if a dog has …
Scared shitless was one of my father’s favorite statements. He had every right to be frightened on more than one occasion as he was a Chicago fire fighter. He was a small man, but unlike short men he didn’t have a mean streak. Dad was easygoing, kind to strangers, and …
One day in session I thought, (thought mind you, I did not say…) “I’m physically attracted to him.”
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