Inner serial killer
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Here’s the concluding episode of my latest short story.
A good time was had by all, Red amiably sharing the stage with Bobby Willard and the Unborn Calves, mixing and matching his songs with theirs, singing a little harmony when they ventured beyond his comfort level with some Skynyrd or Tom Petty. 2,164 more words
We had this great loft in kindergarten. The teacher, Mrs. C, kept it stocked with books in a sweetgrass-woven basket and reading pillows, but who would want to page through the picture book when you could throw pingpong balls or, better yet, shoot rubber bands at nerds? 882 more words
Betoto passed the rest of the day as if in a dream. At times, his regulars would comment on his general level of distractedness.
“Sorry,” he would say. 921 more words