Walking past the house I hear Jerry yelling at Siri again. It’s that time of night.
The world had badly damaged him, or he had damaged himself, or he had damaged the world, or something.
Is any word more ominous than the word ominous?
A ghost in a dream in a story by an anonymous author on a deactivated account of a defunct social media platform.
This just in: internet preferable to all previous human endeavor.
My grandfather’s revolver is in the lower left hand drawer of my desk, hidden under some old papers and artwork. I keep the bullets in a cigar box under the bed. Is there a “use by” date on bullets? They must be at least 50 years old.
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A few times a month I take the empty gun from the drawer and hold it to my temple. If someone asked why, I’d probably come up with something about “clearing the mind.” The truth is, I just like the way it feels.
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Last week for the first time I took a bullet from the cigar box, loaded it into the chamber and gave it a spin before holding the gun to my head. I can’t describe the surge of adrenaline as I visualized pulling the trigger.
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A few times a month I take the empty gun from the drawer and hold it to my temple. If someone asked why, I’d probably come up with something about “clearing the mind.” The truth is, I just like the way it feels.
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Last week for the first time I took a bullet from the cigar box, loaded it into the chamber and gave it a spin before holding the gun to my head. I can’t describe the surge of adrenaline as I visualized pulling the trigger.
In times of upheaval, objects and beings are more stable resting on their balance points than on their bases.
Surf’s up.
Seeing an old friend for the first time since the pandemic. Seeing in his shocked expression what I hadn’t yet noticed in the mirror.
