the origin of clouds (a novel)#17
He pulled himself away from the riddle that was left of the living room. Walking further into the house, as if awake before he had intended and faced with […]
He pulled himself away from the riddle that was left of the living room. Walking further into the house, as if awake before he had intended and faced with […]
The house was empty. Everywhere Lincoln looked, there were places where things were missing. Abstract patches like absent pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, stamped into beige, living room carpet […]
Lincoln came home four days later. He studied the house as he approached the front door. A small, barely two-story house but with a paved driveway and front yard […]
A week passed, and then two, and then Susan stopped pleading with Lincoln to “let it go… comeback” to her and the children. She gave up thinking that words, […]
That was before the nightmares returned and every morning felt like another burden. Before he began craving the taste of that shit again! That bitter taste which caused his tongue […]
When they got married the second time, Lincoln promised he would stop shooting dope, give up his hustle, settle down and get a nine-to-five to take care of her […]
It was five years ago, at the end of August. A miserable, humid day in Cleveland made unbearable by the lingering stench of the hospital medical waste incinerators puffing […]
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