Toilet Shooters

By: Victoria Mennel Tim and Jerry stand a hundred yards from their projected goal. Two mildewed toilets sitting on a flat surface. Both men hold a nine iron in one hand and a can of Budweiser in the other. The morning is crisp with promise, they agree. Tim wears…

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No Class Warfare

“God dammed Obama.” He muttered as the pump continued to click off and on. “Son of a Bitch gas went up again, those bastard Muslim friends of his get richer!”

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49 Bye Bye’s

“Bye- Bye Honey” Barbara said yesterday as she made her way back to her home. We have ended our conversations this way for well over two years. I find comfort in the familiarity of the phrase, as I am certain she does. A simple pattern of social interaction for…

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