Virgil went to quit his cigarette habit. He took it to Uncle Elias’ U-Store-It Self-Storage. His Chevy hit the county line of Cooley at a quarter to seven.
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I’ill tell ye where they’re stoppin, he said. He shucked a smoke from the frontpocket of his coveralls and lit it. Looks ta be come from Cooleyway, dudn’t it? The man sucked at his cigarette.
The War, Papa said. He stated all war was metaphor anyway so it didnt matter which and left it at that. Bill asked what a metaphor was. Sumpthin it aint, Papa responded.
Her image too sacrosanct to be incarcerated there. With him.
...on the first day of class he told everyone to call him Doctor Smith. And totally stressed the Doctor, like, a million times and... Yes, I know the type.
R. Roe returned to his cups of Joe, swallowed alternately from each –until the contents were exactly halved— then combined them, using one cup as a koozie for the other. It seemed fitting.
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Ulysses looks past Pa at a silhouette in the sun traipsing from beyond the fields, past the hedges he holed up in earlier. It is Sam, his hands high above his strawhat. Speakin of, Papa says prophetic
He came as a mostly sober street preacher seeking salvation in a white tent. He went there to hear god, because he couldn’t anymore. He went there to walk the way. Now he can’t walk away if he wants..
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Figure I got five years left. Long life lived. Yah. Should be grateful at that. But I always said that lives’re lived for someone else. Who’s to know how well I held to that. Now whomelse I gotta live
During closing time at the diner the customers sit, shackled to their seats... vacant of... expressions except latent fear. An entire table of friends slouches, face down in their dinner.
"I walked through the luscious landscape of The Champ de Mars. The Eiffel Tower was alit and so was the Cité de L’Architecture et du Patrimione across The Seine with the carousel and candy stands."
"We were leaving Idaho for who knows how long, not knowing whether Grandpa Jim would live till the next week. We were leaving. And so she wept. My mother wept with the windows."
"It begins with broken bottles. They call it the cocaethylene blues, euphoric emptiness. It's like lycanthropy. One moment steady hands, the next a raging snarl and claws."