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PROMISE KEEPER | emotion

00x450 Let me tell you what I remember. Gloria screaming like a bitch, “Daddy’s bike! Daddy’s bike!” Read the rest of this entry »

Promise Keeper | clearwater


Gloria was with me. I remembered her name and she was right there with me. It was like old times.
We were a couple, coupled. She was on my arm, titties pressed into my arm, titillating.
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PROMISE KEEPER | “reflections”

It’s the sick people who make me do these things.

Granted, Grampa was not a sick one. I feel bad about killing him. That changed everything. I wish Crystal would hold my feet to the fire sometimes.
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PROMISE KEEPER | good night

Hawk and Squirrel

I remember watching a hawk carrying a squirrel high above a river bottom, giving him a ride, showing him around, one last look around, it seemed. I honestly don’t know if it was a dream or a real memory. Maybe I don’t know because I sometimes fly above myself and it is real.
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Aces & Eights (dead man’s hand)

orange-grove-with-mountains-in-background

My reaction to Frankie’s cremation caught me off guard. The truth is I was disgusted with myself. I couldn’t even stick around to verify the extent of destruction.

I set sail for home, eyes glued to the ground.
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the groves | PROMISE KEEPER

Orange grove with mountains in background

An Orange Grove in California

Familiar territory. They surrounded my town. They offered sanctuary to me at various times in my life. Rough times; good times. I often ran “8 rows in.”

From there I could monitor the streets without being detected. I ran eight rows in and laid down in the soft, sweet soil. Bees buzzed. Birds flew. The world quieted and stilled to the sounds of the trees.
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PROMISE KEEPER | “Big Joe”

Gun

This was bad. I had to be careful with this one. I grabbed the cuffs and loped to the front door. I clamped one end of the cuffs to the inside doorknob. There was a knock. I swung the door open.

“Hi there!” I said. I grabbed the man’s right hand with mine and jerked him inside as I clapped the other end of the cuffs on his wrist. It was all an awkward, lurching dance. He was quite surprised when I slammed the door shut and he found himself in this position. He glared defiantly into my eyes.

“Fuck you!”

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