Monthly Archives: June 2008
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Summer is upon us and our lives have taken on new endeavors. Therefore, 50 x100 will cease to exist. Call it an indefinite hiatus. If it starts again you can be sure to get emails and posts informing you. However, … Continue reading
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He remembers little of all those other years. He takes vitamins after meals, runs a finger along receding gum lines. His mind flashes memories – a girl he used to study with who intermittently placed her pen between her breasts, … Continue reading
fifty
I stood out front of her second story apartment building staring at the parking lot and the overcast sky. I wanted to go to the desert, towards Arizona or Las Vegas, quit everything and just go. Why not, you know? … Continue reading
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forty-nine
Cigarette smoke was seeping through an open window. He threw his belt across the room in a moment of rage. The buckle detached from it, cut through a fleshy-pink candlestick and chipped the wooden box containing her photos from Europe. … Continue reading
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forty-nine
After three days of unanswered phone calls he arrived to inspected sheets, the desk, and the refrigerator for signs of life to no avail. In the late afternoon he collapses in her bedroom amidst a pile of clothes that occupy … Continue reading
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forty-eight
Wool socks were of little comfort in the end. Loraine put them on a pair of cold feet and did the dishes with hot water in hopes of warming herself without having to turn up the radiator. But it was … Continue reading
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forty-eight
An email from an old friend said something about finding old photos before slyly included a “did you happen to hear…” She hadn’t. Searching across computer screens and small print, he finally appeared with bleached teeth and forehead wrinkles. It … Continue reading
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forty-seven
The man at the bar on Broadway, sitting at the table outside, seems to be trying to counteract the effects of his beer with coffee. He is drinking glass after glass, cup after cup, and smoking cigarettes without pause. Allison, … Continue reading
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forty-seven
The first time he heard “fuck” was a Saturday, outside an empty office. Two men were throwing buckets of mud at the windows of the building. Their faces looked stuck in the rain or of someone discovering their milk had … Continue reading
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forty-six
He moved into the basement on 54th to escape a set of well-meaning parents and a pet bird with a squawk markedly similar to the sound of a woman in pain. The roommates hung sheets around the large, cement-floored, wood-paneled … Continue reading
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forty-six
The man handed him his I.D. as protocol for a withdrawal. “This doesn’t look like you…” “Moustache.” The man responded calmly. Morgan scrutinized the photo then noticed the peculiar name. “L? What kind of name is L? It sounds like … Continue reading
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forty-five
Years later, at a family gathering, the European wife, would state a little too loudly, “That was the best time in my life, when I lived here with you, before we got the house. If I…I would move back here … Continue reading
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“How is that kid of yours,Warren?” asks the morning waitress with a forgettable name. Amongst Keno screens and antique décor he stares at a painting called, “Brussels et Aux Sportifs”, and thinks about two identical others he painted while smoking … Continue reading
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forty-four
The oldest son was away six months, leaving everything behind expect what fit in a medium-sized suitcase. Six months, yet no one moved his boxes from the living room to the garage. All of them, the parents and two sisters, … Continue reading
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