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October 18, 2007

Thursday

Today's theme is "suspension."

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The freshman boys’ room is crashes and cologne-sweat and lucha libre with Army surplus beds for padding. It’s tackles into panel walls that would have hurt in middle school, it's broken chairs and mirrors and complaining weekend neighbors sometime after 2. The director with the clipboard and the medical release forms calls you to his office once and threatens to send you home, but by 15 you understand they want you at Bible Camp too much to follow through on discipline. Your promise to be better is vassal deference to authorities you tolerate. You make fun of him through breakfast.

Posted by: Christopher Cocca at October 18, 2007 2:38 PM · Permalink

Donna didn't believe in ghosts. Even with the image of her father in front of her, floating in midair.

Thoughts suspended, she was drawn to the two deep holes where his eyes should be. They were fixed on her, growing deep and wide.

Unable to draw on logic, Donna felt paralyzed as he glided toward where she lay. As he did, flesh devouring maggots began working their way down his face and toward his distorted mouth.

Drawing upon a small light she sensed inside her fear, she lowered the lid on her coffin and curled up to await his arrival.

Posted by: Rick at October 18, 2007 8:00 PM · Permalink

My word of the day - 'Draw' sheeesh.

Posted by: Rick at October 18, 2007 8:03 PM · Permalink