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  • “But ideas lie everywhere, like apples fallen and melting in the grass for lack of wayfaring strangers with an eye and a tongue for beauty, whether absurd, horrific, or genteel.”
    - Ray Bradbury
    Zen In The Art Of Writing

On The Other Side Of The Car Window (Hint Memoir)

Fresh from jail he went to visit his friend under grass. But the intruders wouldn’t leave no matter how long he waited in the car.


 

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  1. TerryNo Gravatar says:

    Then, a glimmer…a spark…and the synapse between his last two remaining brain cells fired…and he rolled the window down and let the pungent smoke escape…

  2. Gunthar says:

    Suddenly she was there, eyes blazing with incandescent fire, fisted hands pressed against the smoky glass. “Damn you,” she snarled as the car pulled away.

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