Category: Wash Away Us All
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Wash Away Us All – Ch. XXI
“And what are you smiling about?” Glory asked as her fingers tenderly searched for something through the hair on the back of my head, and I recalled how much I loved lice check in school. “Nothing. I’m good. Everything is normal.” I was a liar, too. I hadn’t realized how jubilant I was, grinning from…
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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 20
Glory stood close to me on a dirty corner. We competed for the attention of a yellow cab with all the self centered, overdressed white collar assholes, who ruin low key spots. And did I mention I despise yellow cabs, the vast majority of them I’d like to knock out and vomit on, but I…
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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 19
I thought about Glory, but I thought about her often, the pangs of a hunger strike and the allure of wormholes when Mcloughlin waved me over to the bar. We resumed our conversation, picking up where we left off last week over shots of Irish Whiskey, with the same piece of food stuck between his…
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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 18
Everything was a dead end. We pursued our own distorted will o’ the wisp, while hope flickered and fizzled, if happiness or stability was the goal then it was most certainly impossible for the three of us to reach. We walked in circles under the night sky, loitering around busted payphones with a purse full…
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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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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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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,…
SEAN GABLER 