Stories tagged “barkley”
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Thoughts of Escape
Fifteen minutes into the ride I realized that Barkley is awfully talkative for who I assumed him to be. He just chatted on and on about every little thing with pretty much all of it just going through one ear and out the other. At the time, only one th...
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Choice
I stared at the gloves in my hand. Why in God’s name wasn’t I running? Barkley was sitting out in the car—my car—and here I was in a Walgreen’s three hours from my home, buying gardening gloves and Windex and a fucking Sha...
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Death and Windex
“Would it be a bit much to ask for an open window?” Barkley asked. His tone surprised me. It was a straight, sarcasm-free question. I took a glance at him to see his face. No sarcasm there, either. I reached to my left and power-opened his window h...