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I’ve never been able to explain that day at the pool. I used to say, "It was some kind of worm hole." I used to say, "Maybe it was some kind of wrinkle in time." Now it is simply a memory of having gone down a slide at the pool and having ended up a better person because of it. Mostly due to ending up taking my final leap into the waiting arms of complete insanity. My day at the pool had been planned for a week; giant beach towel, iced tea, a good book. And then this: "Anyone who... Continue reading
Posted Jan 16, 2010 at Polite Fictions
Unbelievable! In the middle of it all Slicks pants suddenly became a vibrating mess of cell phone hysterics. It was that ring tone. The ring tone. The only ring tone that everyone consistently either loved or hated. The one ring tone that always caused Slick to tense up right down to the last nerve in his sphincter. Two months ago Slick had recorded the sound of his grandmother's two 12-year-old Pomeranians preparing to rip into each other as they stood their ground on either side of the prized and amazingly smelly couch pillow. Grandma had hobbled to the bathroom, which... Continue reading
Posted Dec 8, 2009 at Polite Fictions
But Charlie new better than to do anything other than wait when it came to what her mother's next move might be. Long ago she'd learned that spending even a minute anticipating anything when it came to Claudette was akin to throwing herself from a cliff with some utterly misguided belief that the way she held one of her arms on the way down would cause her to be able to land on her feet and walk away unharmed. She knew better, especially in light of the fact that Claudette had just wiped the bloody knife across her shawl and... Continue reading
Posted Oct 28, 2009 at Polite Fictions