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Oscar was waiting, outside of his half finished home. Smoking silently, sipping gin and thinking.
liquor is the match fueling regrets. A Hermit. Divorced. Alone. What he was waiting for was
only known to him - until he drove his Harley on a random day when an adolescant boy
borrowed his mothers wheels to work. in a blink-flash-pow. Oscar is propelled unarmed into the air
only to tower down, leaving crimsom blots on ash-black pavememt glistening in weekday
sun. At this moment Oscar is Alone and Dying. |
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Posted by jamieuselman on 2008-03-24 02:22:40 | Rating: | Views: 43
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