When I was ten and Mumble lost his job, we hurt for a while then we started to put it back together, or so we thought. Then the corn. The deal was three dollars for a brown paper grocery bag full of as many ears of corn as you could get in the bag without… Continue reading Strawberry
Tag: D
Collision
The event that changed it all, I was not even present for. I had graduated high school and my mother threw me in the car and took me to Milwaukee. She did not want me hanging out with my friends or going to any celebrations. I went to Wisconsin for two weeks, and when I… Continue reading Collision
Confession
“If you’re awake, don’t let me know,” I said. The room had fallen quiet about fifteen minutes ago. Before that, the four of us had talked in the dark of Ty’s basement for about an hour. It was five in the morning. My mother wanted me home by noon. But tonight, I needed to talk.… Continue reading Confession
Family
“Can I come? I can help tell the story,” Regina said. I was already out of the car in the parking lot of Phelps Grove park when the question was being asked. She looked at me from the driver’s seat, trying to figure a way to make me let her come. That was not going… Continue reading Family
Tapping the Beast
You have to understand, he was my world back then. His name was D, and he was my best friend. I had grown up a mongrel, always hated and misunderstood, friendless, and begging for people to be nice to me, begging for anyone to hang out with me. I was reviled and abused by my… Continue reading Tapping the Beast
