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Hate

In by Chris on February 27, 2013 at 11:01 pm

“I hate everything here!” The girl, dressed all in purple sheen, hunched in the shopping cart with an exaggerated pout.

Her mom, appraising bottles of shampoo, said, “No you don’t. You want it all. Just cuz I’m not buying you a thing doesn’t mean you hate it.”

“I hate it. I hate you.”

Mom ignored her.

It was bad enough being in Target, moonlighting as a secret shopper, but seeing a mom talk to her kid like that put me over the edge. I abandoned my cart full of Coke Zero and bath towls and walked straight out of there.

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Lumber Mill

In by Chris on February 24, 2013 at 8:37 pm

Tacoma Lumber almost shut down for the first time in three years when Jack, a thick Indian of one tribe or another, got mad at his Chinaman partner’s silence, slapped him with scrap wood, and sent him unconscious up the conveyor, tangled up in miscut boards and sawdust and into the wigwam.        

Maybe another crewman saw the incident. About the time fish-smoke jokes started around, the boss sauntered over to see if he couldn’t see what the rumor was about. Of course, Jack was long gone, and the wigwam burner glowed hot as ever, firing out smoke at the seams.

King for a Day

In by Michael on February 18, 2013 at 3:54 am

Halls of museums, stacks of old photos, and magazines from a generation ago are filled with people perfect for their moment. Dressed for the day, they’re beautiful and fresh. Wherever they go, others nearby notice their presence. They breathe with a calm confidence: “I own right now.”

There is fragility in being so cutting edge; that’s the challenge and that’s the appeal.

Time marches on, and the moment flees. The look fades. The particular players of a given time yield as the younger ones take hold, with the same deep easy breaths.

The throne never changes, but the king does.

Chewing

In by Michael on February 3, 2013 at 6:29 pm

“I want to move to New York.” Alex stuck his fork into a big piece of broccoli.

Emily waited until he had pushed a forkful of food into his mouth before asking, “What did you say?”

He rolled his eyes and tried to chew a little quicker. She waited, pretending to be patient.

“My brother’s there, and so are Jason and Tom. I’m tired of Minneapolis, and if I don’t move to New York now, well, there’s just never going to be a better time.”

“You have to be fucking kidding me. We just bought the house.”

“Listen, I know…”