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My hot take on Holden Caulfield

My husband is the least pretentious person I know. He likes what he likes, and would never fake it for appearances. It’s part of what makes him so fun to be around. One of the things he would never fake is his contempt for literature. He has no patience for stream-of-consciousness, obscure poetic devices, torturedContinue reading “My hot take on Holden Caulfield”

A gift

I had a speech prepared. Short and sweet. Something I could rattle off before they shoved me out of the house and back into the street. My hands were sweating as I clutched the cool vessel against my heart. As I made my way down the street, I almost turned back a hundred times. EachContinue reading “A gift”

Sent

The mud was stiff and dry on my skin, and I was shaking as I knelt by the side of the pool. I reached down till I felt the water, then cupped my hands, gathered some in my palms, and splashed my face. It was quiet all around me. I was glad nobody else wasContinue reading “Sent”

Part 2, Chapter 13 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol

 The Honey Slope Golf Club was not perfect, but it was cheap and it would probably be available.  The dining room had been updated sometime in the mid-nineties and the facility boasted fully carpeted bathrooms.  He set his computer on Abby’s lap and rubbed his head, which had been throbbing all day.       Continue reading “Part 2, Chapter 13 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”

Part 2, Chapter 12 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol

Duplo City had developed to a concerning level of urban sprawl.  Even if he had owned any other furniture, it wouldn’t have fit.  But rather than becoming more uniform, the city was growing in diversity.  Besides Duplos, other building media were now being utilized, including a Lincoln Log church, a Mega Block hotel, a LegoContinue reading “Part 2, Chapter 12 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”

Part 2, Chapter 11 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol

Without a word, he raced to the kitchen and pulled the pan off the heat, Joule still squirming on his hip.  Finally he released him, then wiped out the pungent, smoking butter with a paper towel and set the pan on the stove again.  Trembling, he dropped the remaining half stick in the pot andContinue reading “Part 2, Chapter 11 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”

Part 2, Chapter 10 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol

Nick had asked him how someone so smart could do something so stupid.     He knew he was supposed to let the puppy out every hour for the first few weeks, but even when his phone alerted him, he would turn off the ringer and work for another two or three minutes.  Thirty minutesContinue reading “Part 2, Chapter 10 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”

Part 2, Chapter 9 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol

He waited a few weeks to tell them, but his family were unfazed when he told them of the development in his personal life, as if it had been an open fact to everyone else but the two of them.  The only perceivable changes were the occasional, though polite, shows of affection, and the increasedContinue reading “Part 2, Chapter 9 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”

Part 2, Chapter 8 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol

It wasn’t bad.  Maybe it was, actually.  It was hard to tell from the photos.  With all of the furniture cleared out of the rooms and the daylight pouring in through the windows on to the white-ish carpet, it almost appeared promising.  Mindy Klugman had artfully captured the back lot in a way which maximizedContinue reading “Part 2, Chapter 8 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”