Spitball Army

1976 NYC school trip. One goes Broadway to see Pacific Overtures. The chaperones crash. The rest get drunk and watch hotel porn.

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Her client’s thinning scalp reveals an asymetric brown spot. He thanks her lavishly for the alert; she considers it job insurance.

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I step into the early dawn, waving my arms furiously to escape the invisible webs sewn overnight, wiping my face, shaking my head.

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The garden is stagnant in drought, but one herb grows like a weed. The neighbors call it “Basil,” as if it is a Holmesian mystery.

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While we chase “horny toads” through the Agua Caliente RV park, the adults cool off by neck-deep immersion in 96° mineral springs.

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The furry flesh breaks under her teeth. She Yum!’s, peach juice running down her chin. The cannibalistic likeness repulses him.

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Cali kid visits Texas family. At the lunch feast, boiled okra squirms in the serving bowl. He doesn’t know what to do with it.

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She doesn’t ask for stories, we just tell them. We think she hears, but can’t know for sure. Her countenance stares, unblinking.

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The flyspeck story celebrating her diminutive childhood friend couldn’t contain the resulting wave of memory. So she wrote three. – Inspired by CNFtweets of @amalchik.

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His desk, pressed against the glass: tree view, steady heat. A snow scene hangs beside it, drifts dabbed with a bottle of Wite-Out.

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