October 2010
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“I’m an orphan,” I said.
“I see,” my mother said.
My father stopped, spoon in hand.
“We’re sorry. We really are, but we’re parents.”
“Ok,” I said. “Yeah.”
They both went back to eating.
I went outside and sat down.
“I’m an orphan,” I said.
Based on Book 1; Chapter 33 of Richard...
I Saw A Rat, Too
The fat sun dips and the brute shimmer of white diamonds spreads over the dimpled surface of a murky city lake like wildfire across your corneas.
