In the hospital (#14)

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January 31, 2016

I got the call at 10PM. He had acute appendicitis, she said, and was going into surgery immediately. I got into the car and drove. It took me less than two hours, but I fought panic the entire way. It’ll be fine, I thought. It’s common. But the words didn’t comfort me. I feigned calmness while they showed me to his recovery room. He was sleeping, curled around his pooh bear, an IV running…

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Violence (#13)

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January 14, 2016

I climb to the top landing of the stairwell, and freeze. A dirty man sits there, surrounded by bandages, wrapping his bleeding leg. “I’m going to need you to leave,” I say. “I’m not going anywhere,” he says, standing and puffing up. I click my radio, “I’ve got one hostile.” “You’re a liar!” He says, threateningly. I pull my baton, stepping back into a defensive stance. He crouches down, parroting…

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Duri (#12)

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June 18, 2015

My friend wrote to me in despair. Sure that my words would help, I replied: “You do have it in you. It’s who you are. Because you have friends, lovers, companions, and even assholes all in your corner, at your back. This isn’t a pep talk. It’s a fucking fact. You’re going to make it because it’s what you do. When shit goes bad, you don’t quit. So don’t fucking…

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Mike (#11)

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June 18, 2015

Making the first friend was the hardest. But once it happened, the world was ours. Secret agents communicating via walkie-talkie, and guns blazing through the parking garage. Back to the Future, watched ninety seven times on the big screen. The Professional All Terrain Obstacle Golf Association, where every surface was the green. Nights filled with Talking Heads, Cyndi Lauper, and Friday the 13th. Days filled with Miami Joe Slurpees and…

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Murder (#10)

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May 6, 2015

They secured the area when the body I’d killed was found, refusing to let anyone leave. The investigation proceeded, threads unraveling, and I knew that the evidence would eventually damn me. I tried to slip out of sight to discard it, but one person saw and followed. Impulsively, I pulled him close, firing a fatal shot through his chest. Now, I see the others, having heard, come running. I know…

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Wendy Ghost (#9)

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March 17, 2015

The boy’s house sits aside the road, in a clearing surrounded by trees. A full moon shines down on the scene where bonfires burn and revelers dance. Spirits fly upward in a translucent host, curling into the sky. Music plays from somewhere distant, but still heard, for this is the night of the dead girl’s festival. Shadows creep where normally there are none. Age shrouds with dust and web those…

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Oban (#8)

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March 16, 2015

The air was crisp, and the glow of holiday lights illuminated the night as I walked down the street. The warm, welcoming look of the place is what made me enter. It was upscale, but empty, and the bar was inviting. The man behind it greeted me cordially. “What can I get for you, sir?” “I’m thinking of trying a Scotch.” “Excellent. Which would you like?” “I’m not sure. I’ve…

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