Pharmacy
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Dinner Plate Behind You (1)
A table of ass juts out from her backside. People call her the Lunch Lady because a person could put their tray of food right up on there, pull up a chair, and eat. She just needs to be still for a spell and not do anything nasty. Shelby Grace works in the pharmacy of… Continue reading
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An Odd Day
There are broken bones on the floor of the pharmacy. Some poor soul with a banana phone steps over intricate bloodlines as he shops for a birthday card for his long-lost niece. He has somehow forgotten she has died. That she fell off a cliff on the coast of Wales. Now she’s a swimming ghost… Continue reading
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Pharmacy Phrustration
Author’s Note: I have an ongoing personal battle with my local Walgreens store, and it’s recently boiled over into a volcano of emotions and so I have penned a letter to spill the lava within me and help release some of my feelings and this is what I present here: From: Valued Customer #399745RG43 Dear… Continue reading
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The Grape Apex
It was a greasy Sunday morning and there was a chill in the air for it being May. We pulled into the Walmart parking lot, it being dawn. Some stars remained in the bruise-colored sky. A few cars idled in their spaces. Someone was shouting. There was a warm sick feeling in my guts about… Continue reading
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Have you heard of a line?
I don’t know what it is, but every time I go out in the world lately my patience with human beings is further tested and frazzled. It seems like decency, kindness, and just plain ol’ consideration for others has completely gone out of style. Rudeness and selfishness seem to be trending upward. To hate on… Continue reading
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The Angelfish of Giza (Excerpt 2)
He stepped inside. It smelled like a newly built house dipped in medicine. Continue reading
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Albuquerque French Fries
The mountains in Albuquerque are to the east. In most places I’ve lived, they were to the west. I always found that to be a bit strange, but maybe it’s not. But I was on the east side of Albuquerque, close to the mountains, when I was suddenly struck with an insatiable desire for French… Continue reading
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The Machine Man in the Wheat
Fred strolled off to the produce department, but there wasn’t much there. The stores are never stocked that well anymore. I followed him over and together we looked at a handful of oranges as if we were visiting a zoo for fruit. Continue reading
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