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Remec
Remec
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My mother's kitchen clock
was how I knew I was out
of time. A series of hoots from
some unknown owl echoed
through the quiet house. I
sprayed the carpet once more,
crisp orange scented mail-order
cleanser still sickly sweet but
passable instead of bludgeoning
my brain via my nostrils, and did
my best to finish wiping up the
blotched furry rug we'd inherited
when I was still a child. The tell-tale
glow of headlights reflected
off the dining room's mirrored wall
from the kitchen window, and made
me stand up to face the music. I
swallowed nervously as the front door
opened, eyes rolling back for a moment
at how much puke taste, even after
thirty minutes, was still in my saliva.

Remec
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tazz317tazz317over 11 years ago
WAS THIS A FIRST DRUNK

or the straw that broke the parents resolve. TK U MLJ LV NV

Ashesh9Ashesh9over 11 years ago
Did you get

Spanked ?!

DesejoDesejoover 11 years ago

I love this - the feel of panic, I can practically hear mom's footsteps approaching. The format is perfect for the content as well - the quick lines, breaks all lend to the feeling of PANIC.

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