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At Least They're Committed

Author: Tripping Raul

  • Chapter one

    The Ruger 357 Magnum is no longer heavy in Leah’s hand. She’s been carrying it awhile. Crouching behind a wall of pressed wood and fabric, she turns to Lin and motions for quiet by the light of the moon. Lin scoots closer, into position, cradling her Walther P99 with her left hand while reaching…

  • Seven

    “Come walk with me,” he beckons. But I can’t. I shake my head, no. “Why not?” he’s slightly impatient. The sun is shining, I’ve been working for five consecutive hours, it would be good to get out in the December chill to awaken some perspective in me. “I’m afraid.” He…

  • Resolved

    Oddly enough I’ve found that the moments I feel weak, moderately insecure and even the slightest bit of dread often — upon being analyzed — seem to be in direct line with times I’ve been . . . bored. Alas! How ever shall I set about remedying this frightful condition? (That was…

  • Friend

    “Well, that was pretty harsh.” “Oh,” she looks up. “Hey! Haven’t seen you for a while.” He smiles, standing directly in front, hands in his coat pockets. “You haven’t needed to.” “So what’s up?” “Like I said, that was harsh.” “Oh, that? Sorry. Didn’t mean it to be. If there…

  • Wretch

    All right, Gabriel, here are the revisions. Yes, grandkids, I was being unkind because I’m extremely anti-smoking. But, yes, I need to keep in mind everyone is special and lovely in his or her own say.

  • Audrey Rose

    I brought her home because I was afraid she’d die at work.  Weird. We just watched “Gamers” and I can’t remember what it was I was gonna say. Oh, oh, ….oh yeah. I brought Audrey Rose II in because she is another work castoff and she’s a bear paw plant and…

  • Sliding …

    …my left thumb under my fingers. When I’m really insecure both my thumbs disappear. Fetal position. I’m quite sure if they had an ultrasound in 1961 that’s what they’d see. Personalized by me. Nobody knows that, though. It’s not like they don’t know I’m insecure. Well, cuz maybe I’m not…

  • A little slice of daytime discussion

    My big boss had to take a call during our last staff meeting. We were, the five of us, sitting around the large white table in the middle of the office and, in hushed tones so as not to disrupt her call, we continued. “What ever happened about that cystic…

  • Shit Demon

    Trying to scream, trying to scream, nothing coming out until my husband shakes me and asks me if I’m OK. I gasp, awake. Awful, awful, trying to shake the images. . . I recalled to D and DSII later that morning in the car how I’d dreamed we were on a…

  • Family history 101 . . . Glad

    I embrace the missing slat in the verticle blinds because when I sit here and grin at my computer I appear sinister . . . one eye, bangs and my twisted smile with way too many gums. Heh. Yes, I KNOW I’m a little dark and I’ve come to realize that…