At the end there, we couldn’t stop talking about Kamikazes. … more
At the end there, we couldn’t stop talking about Kamikazes. … more
A brief glimpse into the thoughts and life of the teenage son of a billionaire manufacturer as he accompanies his father to work for the annual “bring your children to work” day.… more
…nobody else volunteered to be the first-aid instructor’s victim after that. But victims they became, nonetheless.… more
The instant coffee went down like fracking fluid. Sour. Smelled like miners’ socks. Clam chowder, microwaved, and turkey jerky of unknown vintages had been scrounged. Untouched by either of them.
So the duo departed the house. Confronted the dreary morning in silence to try to find the car…
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I found my father’s bed at the end of the corridor. A nurse held his pallid arm up to the light. She adjusted one of the tubes and lowered his arm back to his side. In the neighboring bed, a man older than my father was connected to beeping monitors. He followed me with his eyes. Landis and my mom turned their heads as the nurse walked out.
“What are you doing here?” asked Landis.… more
“He twisted and rolled the pebble between his fingers, staring straight ahead at the black pig, lying tied to a post sunk in bone grey dirt in the middle of the field… more