In a cement park across the street is this giant sculpture. It is a giant umbrella frame lying on its side. It’s green. Stand under it, during a rainstorm, you’ll still get wet – that’s...
‘These eggs are broken. Cracked.’ ‘Yes, ma’am. That happens sometimes.’ ‘Does it?’ ‘Yes, it’s the unfortunate part of being an egg.’
I stared at her – unable to accept that at one time I was growing inside her. I was once just a couple of cells. My father and my mother were naked something had to...
Yeah, some days you die.
I left this conversation hours ago, but somehow my mouth is still moving, words are still forming, and none have seemed to offend. Amazing, the mind. My mind, I mean. Not hers.
How can you kill a man who’d already been dead for years?
The more Christian you are in this town, the more makeup you wear. I’ve always thought that it’s because if you were to die suddenly, you’d look better for God.
I was seven when he hung himself, and I don’t remember all that much, and anything I did remember, I’ve managed to forget.
He loves to hide, but only if you take the time to find him. And while I suspect that’s true for most people, only a retard or a kid would admit it.
‘Who’s calling?’ ‘Don’t insult me like that,’ the voice says. I stop. Was I just insulting?
Gilbert?”Some days I hate all those who know my name.
I devised a test.I turned off the TV and instantly the snoring stopped. She began to move. When I felt her eyes about to open, I turned the TV back on and back to sleep...
Wait a minute, I’m thinking, was this another one of those conversations where what is meant and what is being said are not the same thing?
She doesn’t acknowledge Tucker, and there’s no thank you for the cigarettes. She says a person shows their gratitude by action, not by words. So I guess that means she thanks me by smoking every...
It’s supposed to go bing-bing or bong-bong or ding-ding when tires go over it. The one at Dave’s stopped working several years ago, and he won’t have it fixed because he feels as I do...
Anyway, they took her body to McBurney’s Funeral Home in Motley. They’ll be planting her tomorrow.
I never want to regret. ‘Regret’ is the ugliest word.
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