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Smiling For No Reason

Posted on August 5, 2015 by Catastrophe Jones

I think about it often — what would happen. How it might work. I dream up scenarios, and when I am alone at work, alone in my office. When I am on the bus. When I am buying baguettes and … Continue reading →

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I Understand Perfectly

Posted on September 15, 2014 by Catastrophe Jones

He couldn’t even swallow; he felt perspiration bead on his forehead and the faintest cool breeze from the open window kissed his skin. It was a gentle thing, not at all like the way the dark-eyed man stared him down. … Continue reading →

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Second Amendment

Posted on May 29, 2014 by Catastrophe Jones

In hindsight, he should have made them both stay on the porch while he put it away. Now, with the caution tape everywhere, and his mouth dry from answering the same questions the same way over and over and over … Continue reading →

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