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second love
His first love, cliché as it may be, was music-- the rag-that-became-jazz, the music that adopted his motherless white pansy ass and said, alright, boy, you want to play this you'd better be prepared to pay that piper every day of your life and endure the looks ( Read more... ) -
playing santa.
Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus
Right down Santa Claus Lane--!No snow. Not here in the Crescent, not here in this temperate balmy city where the ocean may bring rain but not cold ( Read more... ) -
grandpa
“So you're, what, Lucky's grandpa?” says the girl with a smile like Splenda. She's about eighteen Ellis reckons, twirling a bit of (dyed, he can see her roots) blonde hair around one finger. She says the words in that “isn't that sweet” tone that is only fooling if you don't know better, if you don't catch the little scowl hiding corners of her ( Read more... ) -
White (Bingo)
It is a lick of time before he gets himself to a mirror after dyin', and first glimpse he does not know himself. Things have changed ( Read more... ) -
drabble on 'return'- 1957
He comes back in daytime. Sunlight splinters in his eyes, like his retinas were scratched glass, refracting, scattering, painful glare. The dark faceplate of the firefighter helmet helps, but still he squints ( Read more... )
