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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 17
I remembered being escorted by Hattie into the office of some psychiatrist that was recommended by some loser. It was neat. Heavy books lined the shelves. A plant in a pot in a pot. Framed degrees which meant nothing at all to me. It seemed very textbook. I was a bitter vault. I shared nothing. […]
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Francis Lewis
We live in an era where self centered people flaunt bullshit accomplishments. This timeframe lacks individuality and true conviction. We shouldn’t compare ourselves to others but studies show that people are depressed because they are not living up to some imaginary bar that a fake celebrity lifted. I take no part in that. The things […]
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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 15
Sundeep and I concluded our conversation and drank the last of our soup and parted ways. I said, talk to you soon, but it might not be that soon. I couldn’t help it but I felt slightly irritated by his optimism. Hope is annoying. It is always so easy, or convenient for other people to […]
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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 14
I walked quickly, darting in and out of the hordes of people, whose sole purpose was to annoy me. Hundreds of people walked in every direction, with seemingly no concern or awareness of each other. Beware the disaster that is Main Street, Flushing. This section of Flushing, also a name of Dutch origin, could easily […]
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Quartet
When the UA Quartet opened on July 14th, 1971 on Northern Boulevard in Flushing, John Lindsay was the Mayor of New York City and the number one film at the time was Love Story. Originally the building was The Roosevelt Theater, it opened on August 14th, 1926. It was sold and repurposed, becoming the first […]
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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 13
I made a feeble attempt to read more of the book in my hands. Always a book in hand, or close by, this was a second go at Les Fleurs Du Mal, but the pages were still blank. I didn’t want to be preoccupied with Hattie. I would have rather been overthinking about something else, […]
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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 12
The image of that exact house in my mind was irrelevant, of course it had its own characteristics but they didn’t matter, since the same events unfolded in every cursed place we inhabited. We brought our defects with us everywhere we went. Each abode would have the same worn out couch. A great place to […]
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The Dirty Water
The Flushing Creek is not a resort. It is no longer pretty and hasn’t been for a century. I can reflect on long car rides as a child, gazing out of the window and seeing the big U-Haul building, indicating that we were not far from home. Across the way was where the home team […]
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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 11
On my walk to the bus it dawned on me that I didn’t know what Catherine’s aspirations were. I knew what she was studying, and what she was trying to be but not her real dreams. I should know her better than this. Was it because I never asked or because she never shared? Anyone […]
SEAN GABLER
Middle Aged Curmudgeon. Gritty Minimalist Fiction. Self-Deprecating Non-Fiction.
SEAN GABLER 