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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…
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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 10
Catherine had her back to me when I entered the kitchen. I had been distant, intentionally, she was correct, but I was trying to sort things out in my own sick way. Her dirty blonde hair had grown long, and I hadn’t noticed. Our features were opposite. We didn’t look alike but she was my…
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The Ballad Of Pat Sullivan
The first time I ever went out to do graffiti proper was on July 1st, 1994. The record high that day was 88 degrees. The first official bomb. A legitimate attempt at executing a local mission or what I thought one should be. It didn’t go as planned, and maybe I didn’t get many ups…
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BELLA
“If there are no dogs in heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.” – Will Rogers Bella has been gone a little over a week and I miss her terribly. We all do. I know that it takes time, and it’s out of habit but I expect her to be…
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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 9
The lid to the coffin creaked an eldritch gasp as I opened it, after clearing the remotes and books that rested on it, collecting dust. Pangur was at my feet, always by my side, emulating the creaking sound of the coffin with her meowing. I removed the old blankets and sheets and pillow cases from…
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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 8
Sonny and I met in the second grade inside the red bricked building of Public School 79. We were introduced by chance, placed in the same class and wound up seated next to one another. We bonded immediately. Two devilish little runts. His house and our rotation of houses and apartments were always situated quite…
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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 7
I combed my hair and shook my head to the music playing inside it. I made a part with my fingers. My hair was long but not like 80s metalhead long, it was much shorter than Hetfield in ‘86 but still quite unruly. It looked black when it was wet, jet black, but it was…
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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 6
The tremendous ball of gas in the sky felt great as it lightly toasted my face through my bedroom window. With my eyes shut I saw a fiery orange and melting black, a bubbling lava. Orange. Orange is a cognate. Schwartz. The comforting feel of the heat reminded me of incubators and day old burgers…
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Merch Table For A King
Life got a lot more interesting when shows became a regular occurrence. My fascination with music started early. Music added something else into my life to obsess over. I wanted to be able to play all those songs I loved on guitar. I wished I could sing. I wanted to be in a band. I…
SEAN GABLER
Middle Aged Curmudgeon. Gritty Minimalist Fiction. Self-Deprecating Non-Fiction.
SEAN GABLER 