Another snippet from a longer piece. Hope you enjoy.
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She only let him roll his window down so far. It was just enough to get fresh air, though, and to keep his mother’s cigarette smoke streaming in a straight line above his head and out through the crack.
“You have a good time at Grandma’s?” [...]
Yet every year, Kathy would make it back home for Christmas. Her arrival would be heralded for at least two weeks by the UPS truck, delivering her brown paper packages full of gifts for the family. Those packages were always marked, “Do not open until Christmas,” and you could hear the UPS truck’s engine sputter “Ho, ho, ho,” as it drove away.
Senator Graham is a former JAG (Judge Advocate General) officer. As such, he’s familiar with the U.C.M.J. (Military law; the Uniform Code of Military Justice), the Geneva convention, covering the treatment of prisoners of war and enemy combatants, and civilian law, as law school is a pre-requisite for a military JAG officer.
My contribution this week is actually a short section from a longer story. Hope you enjoy:
Communion
by
Joseph Paul Haines
Tanicia pulled the covers up to Jacob’s chin. Tomorrow was a big day. He needed a good night’s sleep. Tomorrow, her son would take the communion. Death would no longer stalk him.
Jacob fidgeted until he freed his arms [...]
The sun was near the horizon and would would peek over the hills soon. Ground fog danced round their ankles and the damp earth floor of the forest sucked at the souls of her shoes with the sound of wet kisses. The scent of hibiscus filled the air.
By the end of the day, someone will file suit in Swedish courts to show that his forged birth certificate invalidates the awarding of the Nobel prize as the prize must go to a, ” . . .person . . .” and President Obama has provided no proof that he is, indeed, not a Martian, Venutian or possibly even a Vogon.
It’s always been tough for my boy to talk to me. I don’t know why. It’s not like I treat him badly or beat him, God forbid. Sometimes he’d walk around the house for days looking like he had a piece of paper on the tip of his tongue that he was afraid to spit out.
To the Honorable Representative John Boehner;
I am a regular American. I support a robust public option as part of any health care legislation. I vote.
Thank you for acknowledging my existence in the future.
And I thought, well yeah, that makes sense. I mean, it’s bound to get hot out, right? I mean, it’s as inevitable as getting sick or dying or something. So air conditioning is a good thing. Everyone should have air conditioning. I certainly know I need air conditioning. No one wants me to go bankrupt or anything. I just hope it’s affordable . . .
This is bad. And good. But mostly bad. In a good sort of way. It’s a good bad, or a bad good. You decide. (Warning: You will most likely be offended, assuming you can recognize that feeling through your laughter. You have been warned.)
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