Perhaps a mob job. But he tumbles on “cotton,” heat seeping through his cringed eyelids. He could think amusement ride, he could think kid playing astronaut, but it’s no fun when the lungs sear raw with waiting. And even if he could somehow kick or punch the porthole door open, what would lie on the … Continue reading
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Punishment: The Pet Gorilla — Kevin Griffith
Rather than fierce: Pathetic. Lies on the couch watching reruns of Kolchak. You remember the day you got him—Xmas. A box big as a refrigerator’s. Mom and Dad? Strangely absent. But once the ribbons and glittering wrap were gone, out he lumbered, yawned, and plopped—down—like a servant too old to be of use. So you … Continue reading
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