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Chapter 4 post 6
I hung up. I had had enough advice to throw a stick at in the past month. Not one damned lick of it came without that pretentious adult tinge, I know more than you do boy. Fuck you. That’s right, fuck… more →
Salt Lick
Brownsville Station - Smokin In The Boys Room + Barefootin' (Live)
elena wrote 2 months ago: Cub Koda, American singer (Brownsville Station) (d. 2000) … more →
Ch. 3 Post 4
Henry Cherry wrote 1 year ago: The rest of the way into Salt Lick I leaned up against the door, trying to put as much vinyl interio … more →
Ch. 3 Post 3
Henry Cherry wrote 1 year ago: The public school was in Owingsville, but those kids saw me as an intruder, a redneck from the stick … more →
Ch. 3 post 2
Henry Cherry wrote 1 year ago: Peasticks, Kentucky had no school, had never had one, and the county had no plans to build one. Reve … more →
Ch. 3 post 1
Henry Cherry wrote 1 year ago: Salt Lick is 8.8 miles from our house. Daddy told me that. He ventures into Salt Lick every chance t … more →
Ch. 2 Conclusion post 10
Henry Cherry wrote 1 year ago: In a few minutes Cub would tire, and come to rest atop the thresher the Jenkins’ left for repair las … more →
Ch. 2 Post 9
Henry Cherry wrote 1 year ago: Ellard connived me. His spirit crawling into bed with me, when I set my sights on lost voices and sh … more →
Ch. 2 Post 8
Henry Cherry wrote 1 year ago: And then, for seven days, and forty nights, or forty days and seven hours, or seven minutes and fort … more →
Ch. 2 Post 7
Henry Cherry wrote 1 year ago: I hopped up, got dressed and hit the stairs before the smell of bacon, and eggs got to me. But when … more →
Ch. 2 post 6
Henry Cherry wrote 1 year ago: He gave me a powerful once over. He reserved it for just such occasions, and it nearly laid me out o … more →
Ch. 2 Post 5
Henry Cherry wrote 1 year ago: That was blasphemy. And so sweet a sound, coming from her, I dared not interrupt her. Cub Koda kept … more →
Ch.2 Post 4
Henry Cherry wrote 1 year ago: He stayed out there on the porch, and played chimney. Looked like he believed the rain doused the cr … more →
Ch. 2 post 3
Henry Cherry wrote 1 year ago: Ever the riddle, Momma loved the name. It relieved her of her duty. Duty is a merciless place. Cousi … more →
Chapter 2 post 2
Henry Cherry wrote 1 year ago: His words were valiant, tender, even dutiful at times. He recited a host of changes he’d make, and r … more →
Chapter 2 post 1
Henry Cherry wrote 1 year ago: Chapter 2 The rough edges of our land crease together near the forest that picks up at the far reach … more →
Salt Lick post 12 Chapter 1 conclusion
Henry Cherry wrote 1 year ago: She packed her things into the Plymouth, while Daddy tuned the TV to the news, , and quietly ignored … more →
Salt Lick Chapter One Post 11
Henry Cherry wrote 1 year ago: Momma hummed the songs of her own youth, while dreaming of the twists and turns, and high-banked cor … more →
Salt Lick Chapter one post 10
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Henry Cherry wrote 1 year ago: There had to be some place where he and I could connect. We were only separated by a few leaps of hi … more →
Salt Lick Chapter 1 post 9
Henry Cherry wrote 1 year ago: Uncle Gus continually checked up on them, certain they were growing dope, sewing seeds of revolt. So … more →
