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A Note On What Follows

The next 8 posts, labeled Chapters 8 through Chapter 1 in descending order, are the 25 pages or so of a short story I’ve been working on. For best results, oh readers, you should start with chapter 1 — which … Continue reading

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Chapter Eight

It was a remarkable spring – the kind filled with sun-showers and lightening, frivolous thunder and serious rainbows. It was a spring both effeminate and mighty; it was war-like Athena, from Olympus descended, with an iron bow and a stylish … Continue reading

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Chapter Seven

We beat the Auburndale Crabknuckles in straight innings. Dad came to watch with some of his buddies and they were, by far, the loudest – and drunkest – spectators there. In the third inning I pulled my helmet off and … Continue reading

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Chapter Six

I avoided Janice all the next day – ducking through unused corridors, staying out of the schoolyard and sneaking in through back entrances. I threw panicked glances around every corner and reconnoitered every hallway with long, slow looks. By lunchtime … Continue reading

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Chapter Five

My first Sunday as a Lemellen Lemming I started as a linesman. A linesman’s job is simple, revolving mainly around the crushing of various foes. A crushed foe is one who has hit the turf so hard that he no … Continue reading

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Chapter Four

When I woke, dad was bustling around the room. He had the windows open and the sun – like surge waters breaching a dam – flooded in. Layers of cardboard had been stripped from the ceiling lamp, and, for the … Continue reading

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Chapter Three

I spent some time in Psychiatric Observation Unit after that. A Psychiatric Observation Unit is a politically correct padded cell. The first night they strapped me into a gurney like a Soviet space monkey welded into his capsule. They trundled … Continue reading

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Chapter Two

I patrolled the school yard for a while before class. All was quiet on that front – too quiet. Happy students were everywhere: playing sports, huddled in cliques, sailing Frisbees across the yard. By the fence, I lingered a moment, … Continue reading

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Chapter One

You can’t see them, but they’re everywhere: they’re invisible. One might be breathing on your shoulder this very moment. The man sitting next to you or the pretty girl behind the cash register could be one of them, the mailman, … Continue reading

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