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The roads certainly couldn’t be getting better, she thought peering through the glint of the fireplace on the window-pane. But they must be close, they’re certainly close.
The rain poured down through the needles and boughs of the pine trees heavier and heavier, blocking out the moon. As the rain intensified, it brought along with it darkness.
Suddenly, from the wood of the deck, she heard it start. Tinc-tinc at first, lifting to a thud-thud, and a crescendo of booming power on the roof, the walls, the windows. The darkness outside was overwhelming, and the window of the living room only reflected back the light of the fire.
On the surface of the road, balls of ice exploded in shards and dust.

» Posted By mr.bojangals On 11.22.2018 @ 11:12 am


I think we should use the nice ones, she’s my mother for Christ’s sake!
I understand where you’re coming from, but she isn’t a queen or anything she’s…
She’s what?
She’s just your mother.
Aha! JUST my mother. I suppose you’d break out the plastic for your mother as well, eh?
Sweetheart, my mother is dead.

» Posted By mr.bojangals On 11.19.2018 @ 9:57 am


It was never really a fear of mine, but I suppose it always kind of loomed as a possibility. I know some people always had a safety net, I’m not sure what they meant by that, if they were walking on a damn tight-rope but anyway, I’ve never really felt that way. If I ever did, I can’t remember. But it’s not there now.

» Posted By mr.bojangals On 11.15.2018 @ 12:32 pm


“Would a spoon be okay, though?”
He looked over the top of his newspaper with only a half-attentive glance. “Would a.. wait, what?”
“You said not to stick a knife or a fork in it…” the child replied, his gaze shifting from father to outlet, father to outlet. “But is a spoon okay?”
The father sighed, lifting the newspaper. “You know what, sure. A spoon is fine.”

» Posted By mr.bojangals On 09.13.2018 @ 3:02 pm


Dysentery. That’s what they called it. Not rightly sure I had any idea what it meant. But hell, I knew what it did. Wife in the ground in Dakota. Son in the ground in Nebraska. Two hundred miles to Oregon and the only thing I have to my name is a damn empty wagon and, you guessed it, dysentery.

» Posted By mr.bojangals On 07.30.2018 @ 11:13 am


Little was known of him before he donned the helmet. To be honest, little was known of him after either. Most just knew his name, few what he looked like, and far fewer still why he did it. But none of that really mattered. All he cared about were those few seconds, high in the air, with all eyes watching.

» Posted By mr.bojangals On 07.18.2018 @ 11:33 am


“Honey” he yelled down the hall into the kitchen. “Honey it’s… it’s here again.” He stared into the eyes of his nemesis and it stared back, licking it’s lips.

» Posted By mr.bojangals On 07.23.2013 @ 7:57 am


“What’s this supposed to be?” He said, glaring at her from across the table.
“It’s a cookie… It’s your dessert.” She mumbles awkwardly, smiling back at him.
He slowly turns the plate over and lets the treat fall to the floor, stares at it momentarily then looks up at her. “We need to talk…”

» Posted By mr.bojangals On 05.22.2013 @ 1:49 pm


They stood before him. He knew that it wasn’t really a decision he had to make so much as an acceptance of the life he would lead from here on in. One would be perfect. Everything he could ever accomplish and be proud of. The other was her. He took her hand… and chose.

» Posted By mr.bojangals On 01.17.2013 @ 12:11 pm

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