Finished Folds (241—260)
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3bread and butter. He churned them for everything they had in them. Then one night, in Omaha, in the middle of making hand babies while singing "Polishing The Bishop" his hand spasm
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4The name of this story is The Suitcase. It takes place in 1974 on the banks of the Maumee River just north of Toledo, near where it runs into Lake Erie. It opens upon a boy & girl.
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1"Oh, I'd be careful with using that word, hon. In this scenario you'd be the snapper getting whooped." It was the spirit again but now strengthen somehow. It had the upperhand now.
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2pointing at a fish at the crime scene. A uniform bagged it an brought to Det. Manatee. "It is a red herring, Detective," the cop said handing the evidence bag to him. "Explains a
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3is a very difficult message to get conveyed through a flock of thousands in a flight formation. It got through. The green birds left green marks on white suit. The flock laughed.
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3ewes him every which way there was in the book and then some. He became a living walking & talking Kama sutra. He loved Culture Club & played it on all of his planets. The denizens
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2in which these fallen angels were only creatures that had questioned their purpose or their indoctrination by Elohim. They had made them for a purpose. To goad me to mock them.
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2G.W. sent for Drago who sent for the new hand, the farmboy who went to Purdue. "Pull the surrey around for Daddy Bush. He wants to check the back 40 with that Mexican fellow." When
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1Happy for those who find succor in miracles. Not happy for me though. I don't believe in miracles. I believe in the future. I believe in the Renfield Gambit on ontology Tuesdays at
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5chose to die there. There were worse places to die in than Dark Matter Corridor 458 but Heyman Boyd called it home when incarnating. They came from near and far to die there. He
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6sill of the open window that led to the fire escape. The cap paused. It didn't have eyes but I know it looked at me. It made up its mind about something and caught the breeze out.
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3Kyle's stepdad, Joseph, was a carpenter but not Richard or Karen. Whatever that means. When the spoon hit the floor we assumed your goose was cooked. Chad had bugged out earlier.
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2rutabagas or my name wasn't Schlesinger. Which it wasn't. But that didn't matter to me or my kin & kith. It shouldn't. Not if I keep them in those categories. We threw the brats in
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6That is the only time she ever broached the subject. She didn't usually impart her wisdom to any of us, least of all to me. She was discontinued when her bearings wore out. I took
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4I was going to be lubed before they started the full cavity search. I liked my odds in that scenario. I leaned into my role. “We’re not doing roles. We’re doing our job,” the TSA a
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2deaf to the sights of the sounds that they hid behind the optic nerve. His ears weren't blind. Only his eyes and his heart. And one of his spleens if he had more than one. He would
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7"How much for the spoilt brat and half an onion?" The beleaguered woman now knew that her brat had a price. "Onions are hard to come by this time of year. They will cost you dearly
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3hing until this. This was the first thing he'd ever really really seen. & he sees this. The man had no frame of reference to deny what he was seeing with this sight he was seeing.
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6fright looked at me. In the form of a Double Wild atop a pair of Reverses. My brow grew moist. I blamed the sketchy AC. They all saw it as a tell. I don't remember if I meant it.
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2Alas, there lay my ruin. The catapult was the poorer siege weapon & my revenge was wasted well short of their walls. Their trebuchets rendered our reserves into fodder. While their