Stories tagged “social”
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The Silence is Deafening
I starred off into the distance, refusing to meet my mother’s gaze. She had some strange look in her eyes. She wasn’t upset, or mad, she was disappointed. Disappointed in me. I was very shy, while you could call my own mother a social butte...
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pickup truck: Pt. 1
One of my knees was on top of his cup-holder, and the other was pressed against the back seat. My breath was still coming out in shallow gasps, and I could see his face looming in the darkened car. The windows were tinted, but did nothing to ease my pa...
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pickup truck: Pt: 2
The first time we fucked my face was squashed between a seatbelt buckle and the right-side door. It started out clumsy and uncomfortable, like trying to swing dance in a dumbwaiter. His shoulder kept knocking against the headrest, and I was terrified t...
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pickup truck: Pt. 3
He lit my cigarette first. For the next five minutes we leaned on each other, blowing smoke out the back and not speaking. Then he leaned over to pick his boxer briefs off the floor, and pulled them on. He tossed his smoked butt out the window, making ...
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The first therapy appointment after
I sat across my music therapist. Usually, this is supposed to help me socialize, and ironically, think of things other than music. Today, it was to help me cope with your death. My therapist was trying to get me to socialize with him. He was utterly fa...
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as yet untitled, pt. 1
When my daughter was born it looked like her face was melting. And Caroline was so proud. “I did it, babe,” she sobbed through gritted teeth, still gushing amniotic slime, “I made us a Picasso.” We called her Harmony, and soon she was two with ...
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The Grand Ficly Ball
I take a flamboyant bow to the applause, pressing a hand firmly against my chest to ensure my heart doesn’t pound through my purple jacket. I’ve just finished reading a Ficly I wrote to commemorate this first gathering of Ficly authors, and...
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Social Submariner
Friendly but no friend I Social Submariner Sailing delusions of depth Kept superficially kind Refusing yet demanding To be known in some measure Friendly but no friend I Voyage on, voyage on No thought for the wake Ne’er mind the stern There be a...