Tag: Queens
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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…
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Memorial Day
May 30th was promoted by John A. Logan, a commander in chief and member of The Grand Army of the Republic, an organization of Union veterans in 1868. Other military figures and states have declared responsibility for decorating the graves of fallen soldiers and being the birthplace of the holiday prior to Logan. Waterloo, New…
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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.…
SEAN GABLER 