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ifyoucantfixit:
" Jack schooch over a bit bud." "h.uhh" "Move over." "what a ya want?" I need to git up.. "Gotta piss, an do somp'en bout
that dang drippy faucet." "I dont wanna move, aint sure i even can yet" "i Think you fucked my brains out on that last one cowboy.
My dang cock is glued to my leg since we fell asleep." "Its gonna peel the skin off ifn i move." "Well what'cha want ta do about it."
"I gotta get up Jack."
" We got any more a that rotgut left." "Don't know? Mebe a little." "Whatcha gonna do with it ,,? "Thought i mite pour some
of it on yer ass if that mite git ya movin." "Well, I got a better idea...git some of that damn perfume i bought to give to Lureen,
outa my duffle. We can't drink that" "Which one is the perfume in here jack? I cain"t see the names on the lables without my
damned eyeglasses."
"Well, yer up now,,just let it be, and turn off that damned leaky fawcet.."
Scott6373:
The sound was unstoppable. The sound was maddening. The sound was painful. Drip, drip, drip, but not the thin sound of water dripping from the spigot: the sound of his heart pounding after Ennis left him, lying naked, prone and alone at the Siesta.
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ifyoucantfixit:
The horrible sound of silence.....aaargh
janice
el_wing:
Another boring Saturday night bridge game
“Tarnation,” Jack moaned under his breath. “Where in Fibber McGee’s closet are the dad-gum things? Need nicotine worse 'n drink ta survive two more hours a this shit.”
Jack shook his head. How could a woman cram so much in such a small space? Jack dumped the contents of the little black handbag on to the counter. Chanel perfume bottle, eyeglass case, shiny gold compact, candy apple lipstick, and where are them smokes. She never went no where without one extra hid away.
“Jack? What ya doin?” he heard her voice comin' from behind the kitchen door.
“Lookin’ for a cigarette in yer—“ he stood pushin’ fingernail files and pennies aside when---
--he saw it. Everythin’ slowed-- sharp heals hittin’ linolieum, the drip from the faucet, the tick of the old clock on the kitchen wall. Jack picked out the card from pile of the counter top. His hands shook. He turned it over as Laureen rushed through the door
MaineWriter:
Quanah Rexall Pharmacy
Quanah, TX
Ennis stood at the sunglass display, idly turning it around, as he waited for Jack to pick up the pictures they had left for developing. He tried one pair of glasses on, peered at himself in the little mirror, and shook his head.
“I like those,” said Jack, pointing to another pair as he came up next to Ennis.
“I don’t get sunglasses. Never wore em. What’s the point?”
“Ya wear a hat, Ennis.”
“Huh?”
“A hat,” said Jack, pointing to the one Ennis held in his hands. “It shades yer eyes.”
Ennis looked slowly at the sunglasses, then his hat, and last, at Jack. “Oh, right,” he said.
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