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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 27
We snuck into the apartment, something I had rehearsed, only as of late the reason was not to wake up Catherine. I turned on the lights and let Glory walk in first. A gentleman, I tell you. I could never tire of watching her walk, I could swoon watching her do anything, a smile formed.…
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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 26
We walked toward my apartment down 149th street alongside the park. It was dark and gloomy, the way I always liked it being. The desolate fields felt eerie as if specters were watching us walk by. There was a rumor some of my friends buried a kid in the park but that was a story…
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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 25
“I should preface it with some background information. It won’t make sense out of context.” “Ok, hit me with it.” Glory sipped her Hofbrau. Glory was interested in me but why? I was worthless. It made me frightened and excited at the same time. She had to be defective. I wanted things to be different…
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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 24
The door to our attached bedroom would open, we never wanted it to, but it would. Hattie came in upset, the crying streaked her make up, he grabbed at her, and yelled, “Where the fuck do you think youre going?” Catherine cried immediately. I’d love to tell you that I never cried but that would…
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Wash Away Us All – Ch. 23
The harsh headlights of Hattie’s current husband’s filthy Toyota pick-up, aggressively slithered in through the windows of the house, between the slits in the Venetian blinds. The truck gurgled loud, and breathed as heavily as the man behind the wheel, as if he was selfishly trying to take all of the air for himself. Air…
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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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Keep Your Seatbelts Fastened
My least favorite season is almost upon us. My wife has plotted to reembark on the sunshine state. My in-laws live there, and to no fault of their own, I am not looking forward to traveling there. Have you ever taken a flight with three kids? I don’t recommend it. Is it complete and utter…
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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…
SEAN GABLER
Middle Aged Curmudgeon. Gritty Minimalist Fiction. Self-Deprecating Non-Fiction.
SEAN GABLER 