D.L. Lunsford's Flight of the Butterfly
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When Johnny rammed the gun in my mouth, I felt cold steel and tasted death in the back of my throat. Blood trickled from my lip and dripped on my shirt. I was sure I had lost a couple of teeth, but right this second, it didn’t matter. All I could think about […]
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Your eyes rove over me feasting upon my life. Feverish with anticipation, you flip the pages. I saw your jaw drop when you read what I did with my neighbor. I watched you shake your head disgusted about the way I lied about it. At one point I thought you were going to throw the […]
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I saw the blinds move this morning but I didn’t see who or what moved them. Whoever moved them was looking out the window; I could tell by the way they were pulled. I don’t know what it was looking at or looking for. No one was out there at […]
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The spin cycle of the washing machine, the whirring of the ceiling fan, the bubbling water in the fish tank all tell me I’m still here. I’m still alive. But when the power goes out, there are no house sounds. Everything is still, all is calm. I sit back […]
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Somehow she knew he couldn’t keep her, but the day she saw him inquiring about her, she let herself believe. He studied her closely, eyes alight with interest. He didn’t seem to care about how old she was. At the time he appreciated how gently she had aged. There were not a lot of miles […]
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“You think you’re so perfect! That’s why your boyfriend is cheating on you!” It slipped out, I could tell. She tried to take it back, tried to cover up what she said but it was too late. I don’t remember what she said after that. All I know is she said […]
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Once there was a man named Rebel James. He was a big, burly black man who wore big, black boots, tight, black pants, and a long, black shirt. He had three black teeth, black eyes, and a bald, black head. Rebel James lived in a small raggedy house with brown, patchy grass and he drove […]
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D.L. Lunsford's Flight of the Butterfly 