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Chapter 1 KiwisChapter 1
It was just above his right knee. Green? With little black dots? He moved under the light. What the hell? Did the guy puke up kiwis? And what was that smell? He sniffed the air. Mint? Kiwis and mint? He bent over to get a better look, squinted and stared, then lost his balance. He grabbed the table to steady himself.
Scrub it off. That's what. He shuffled into the bathroom, soaked a washrag, and bent to rub off the green, minty, designer vomit. Poised to wipe away the traces of his unpleasant train ride, he again squinted down at his right leg, just above the knee. What the fuck! Where was it? Just to be
The TypewriterThe Typewriter
It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
"Sammy! Come q
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