Prose

The Ushers

Mom pulled our old Dodge Charger in next to the curb on a street alongside the theater. When she looked at me, her mouth smiled but her eyes narrowed. Perhaps, like me, she felt embarrassed. I kissed her on the cheek. “I’ll be okay, Mom.”

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Pearls in the Mist

I never wanted to have a piercing, but then here I am with a shiny bangle in my right ear. They shot me up with some primo smack, I’ll tell you that much, when sending me off into paranoia-land, to get the hole punched in my lobe. All in all, I’m pretty sure it’s not…

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