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One Bird In-Hand is Worth Ten in the Bush

One Bird In-Hand is Worth Ten in the Bush

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My grandma was glaring at Trixie’s fixings willing her to lie in the neat bed she’d made. Pearl was lying on her back with that piece of wood in her mouth. She was dusty and had her straw bedding stuck to her in small patches, some on her underbelly. All of her paws were outstretched to the sky. She was letting the piece of wood fall from her mouth and recatching it. Trixie’s phone was face-up flat on the dining table. The phone rang and we all looked to her expecting it to be Croker. Trixie quickly silenced it. more

Notorious Thugs

Notorious Thugs

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As soon as we finished packing up our 40s, and taking our open bottles along for the ride, we were headed to the cornfields, our commute narrated by The Notorious B.I.G.more

Shadow Boxing

Shadow Boxing

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An older man’s confrontation in a gym parking lot leads to consequencesmore

Googly Eyes

Googly Eyes

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If Jeff hadn’t told folks it was my birthday damn-near every time we went out to eat growing up, I’d have thought someone got cute with their lighter games in Bob Evans and things had gotten out of hand. more

Bogey

Bogey

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Over the last six months Bogey had been to a hundred different VA clinics, but this marked the first time he entered one with the aid of a crowbar.more

To Harry’s Mother

To Harry’s Mother

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Your son is a tough little bastard who can take quite a load of punishment.more

Sparrows

Sparrows

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“Meanwhile I’m thinking about how this is what a rehabilitated heroin addict should look like. Not like me, or the others. Imi has a job, money, a fiancé. In short, a life. It’s all worked out for him. Of course, it all depends on your perspective. I’m alive, so if we look at it that way, it worked out for me too.”more

The Legend of Jon Bamboo

The Legend of Jon Bamboo

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“Porn isn’t calculus.”more

Empty by Breaking

Empty by Breaking

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He looked in the mirror, turned to the side and sucked in his gut. Then he faced the mirror and flexed his massive arms and his stomach. He turned to the other side and extended his arm so that his triceps stiffened into the soft shape of a horseshoe. He faced the mirror again, letting his arms relax at his sides. He unfurled his body, letting his wide shoulders hang, letting his stomach out. more

Trot Trot to Boston

Trot Trot to Boston

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My wife’s mother has been with us for nearly a week. Our first few days home with our son were tough and we asked if she would fly in from the east. The request, we both agreed days before her arrival, was premature, erupting out of the seething stress following two nights in hospital aftermore