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Her man doesn’t have a car – it broke down before they met and because the expense was worth as much as the car he sold it for scraps, he’s at work. She sends him a text. “I got a flat!” After he reads it “Fuck this place”
Home from a long day at the job. NOT MY FAULT! Not at all my damn fault. I don’t make the parts. All I can do is place my order. “My car has been here for two days already. What do you mean they haven’t sent the necessary
“We’ll share the soup. You want a beer or soda?” Their fight has lasted three days, she misses his affection. “My treat.” She reaches for her wallet. “I’ll take a beer. Is the soup super spicy?” Spicy hot gives him heartburn. She doesn’t say anything, just orders the
Empty bottles litter this tiny single room apartment. An old inexpensive ‘L’ shaped desk hugs the opposite corner from the entrance. The one window allows the sun to shine on the longest part of the desk and on an unfinished painting. When he was eighteen years old he
It’s time to go work, a job he keeps out of necessity. The girls, his niece’s are gathered around a fifteen year old car that belongs to the oldest. “Hey kids” He yells in a stupid character voice – shit like that used to amuse them, but now