The Floor Jeff’s lying on the floor of his bathroom. His hair sticky in his vomit. His wife. Rubbing his back. He knows she’s upset. But she just holds him and says, “I’ll never give up.” His son walks into the doorway of the bathroom. And his wife gets up to take the little boy back to bed. What will that make of him?The Floor
An hour a minute a day?
Jeff clicks the lamp on beside the door. The lamp is green. The man told him once when they were high that he found the lamp in a garage sale. He told Jeff that the lamp was
WasteI inhale gray smoke from the filtered endWaste
of a Marlboro Light, the black and white ash burning closer to my lips, the heat
pressing closer to my fragile skin. The deadlines press closer to my sense of failure. So much to do, and only eighteen cigarettes left to use. I flick
the used smoke into an ashtray and turn to drown my attention in some worthless show about some worthless place and some worthless criminal or architect or banker or artist, and as the hours tick away and I move on, light another cigarette, I know what it is like to truly waste my life.
SacrificeCory is new to the group, standing at the edge of the clearing, the dirt road just behind, the moon full, watching two young men, maybe twenty years old, take a large, wooden table from the back of a van, the table stained brown on the top, and they stumbled, the wooden legs hitting the sparsely patched ground with a thud, Cory watches, looks at the tall, black leather boots he's wearing, kicks at the white sandy dirt and steps toward them trying to offer a hand, but they signal him to join the others who were starting to form a rough circle around three headstones, two standing, one fallen, all smooth, all white with brown and green specklesSacrifice
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Just for chapter 1 though... I still gotta fix the other ones
Thanks so much for all the pointers and spelling help!!
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And I will! I've started to edit the next chapters aswell
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