Stories tagged “graves”
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Fathers Day Part I
Coming to a stop next to the hydrangea bush, I saw him sitting casually on a bench next to the geraniums; an arm sprawled awkwardly out to his right, his legs crossed at the ankle. There were holes in his suit pants, his white shirt stained with shades...
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Fathers Day Part II
He tried to give me a welcoming grin, but all I saw were the rotting teeth and the black holes where teeth should have been. “You’re an adult.” He said, still grinning like a jack o lantern. “I’m nineteen,” I said, “somewhere in the middl...
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Fathers Day Part III
“I need to know how you feel about the world today. What do you think about Green Day’s American Idiot album? The war in Iraq, our president, the economy, and global warming. I need to know if you loved my mother. Like really loved my mother. And h...
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Fathers Day Part IV
“You know I haven’t heard the new Green Day album. I also don’t know much about the world today. But I’ve seen this country as a result of a war, and I can tell you that the good that comes is hardly ever worth the bad. And about your mother, I...
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Time Gone By and Lies Still Told
Carl left the meeting with a mix of self-satisfaction and well-earned humility. The years hadn’t been kind but not so brutal as the time on the bottle. Light snow graced his face as he slunk, treading his lonely way home, back to his solitary exi...
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Different Door, Same Old Story
At a very different door, Graves and Tenwith paused. Graves inspected the frame, taking note of the archaic symbols barely visible in the grain. Satisfied, he took a few steps back and scanned the area. “We’re clear, old boy.” Tenwith...