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January 5, 2007

Jeff R.:Reading Her Mind

She's dreaming about school. I know this, and know the treatment worked. I go deeper.

She's got a bank account under her maiden name, opened years ago. She fakes it, most of the time. Not last night, though. Deeper.

She's been unfaithful, twice. One: a drunken pick-up two years ago. The other: Phil, just after the divorce, the rat. I hardly blame her. Deeper.

When she was twelve, her Uncle Jacob made her...do things. She stirs, disturbed. I mentally tell her to forget, and she calms. Interesting.

I wonder... could I make Jacob hang himself? It's not a long drive.

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Comments

Great story!

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at January 5, 2007 6:25 PM · Permalink

Try as I might, I couldn't make the Real Genius story work. So...this.

Posted by: Jeff R. at January 5, 2007 6:25 PM · Permalink

You could have just focused on the part about driving a six inch nail through a 2X4. :)

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at January 5, 2007 6:26 PM · Permalink

A girl's gotta have her standards.

Posted by: Stacy at January 5, 2007 6:37 PM · Permalink

Exactly. Couldn't stretch it out to the appropriate length.

The story, that is to say. Nothing else.

Posted by: Jeff R. at January 5, 2007 6:53 PM · Permalink