Tag: creative writing

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This is not a good story. It does not tell you what you want to hear. It tells you that I lived. Survived. Succeeded, even, in being a dutiful daughter, a good mother, a loving wife. It tells you that I was plucked out of precarious circumstances and made...

The Beds of Trucks

As Jimmy turns onto Highway 9, I hear the roll of the can and the ping ping of metal against metal as it comes to rest in the corner. I look back through the sliding window. “What’s that?” I ask. “WD-40,” he says, eyes straight ahead, not even glancing...

Trade Off

Randy punched me in the mouth when we were ten. He said it was an accident; I thought it had something to do with my baseball card collection and not loaning him my Willie Mays. My upper lip swelled on the right side and the inside was slightly cut...