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“Do you think there will come a time when we’ll end up like them?” she asks. Pulling on Hachikō’s lead as he pines to move ahead, I slyly suck on my smoke. “No. We’re stronger than that. Even when we’re at our lowest, the light we keep will never extinguish as it did for them.” Read more
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Sometime after midnight. A cricket, chirp, and the ghost of a gust of wind blowing the dust of ages against my leering, should-know-better, featureless face. With a mouthful of dirt and clicking, creeping fingers that snake around a skinny throat, I crawl beneath the visible world. Not many know of it. Even less go. With Read more
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Turning to face her, I catch sight of the bags of bones watching from the other side of the road. They’re waiting for the lights to change, or could it be for something to come and show them the way? They appear malnourished and stricken by an absence of hope; as if one strong gust Read more
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As Hachikō darts to the left, he almost breaks free of my grasp. I’ve never had a good grasp of anything, but on this occasion, an exception is made. With the chain snapping comes an audible flash of sound that causes me to squint. Pulling with all his might, Hachikō drags me along as I Read more
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With my arm around her waist, I take her further along the sidewalk. Hachikō, in search of some mysterious new scent, is, in turn, leading me. Running this way and that, his chain continually wraps around our legs, causing us to trip. I’m somewhat annoyed but daren’t say anything for fear of putting a dampener Read more
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Her puke hits the ground and splatters my shoes. As it does, I look to the sky and exhale. There are many things in this life that I can’t abide, and puke is right at the top of the list. Spiders are on there, and wasps, not to mention my fear of deep water and Read more
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Peeking through the pines, I see there are many signs that signal a descent. Hours later, and streetlights are casting shapes at my feet that remind me of the small, perfect mouth of my first lover. My first lover came to me in a dream. I was four, maybe five, and in my old childhood Read more
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Gripping the lead tightly in my right hand, I pull Hachikō close behind me. With my left, I reach out to touch her back as she dry heaves in the gutter. It seems the smell and sight of his shit was too much for her to bear. I’m hoping she’s okay, not least in part Read more
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“Oh, you foul little beast!” she cries. Not quite knowing what’s going on, I look around in a state of bewilderment making to touch her arm. As my fingers glide across the bony flesh of her elbow, she turns to me with a look of horror on her face. For a second, I think it’s Read more
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Hachikō makes a mad dash for it, but with a snap of the lead, she pulls him back. The day grows old, and while the sun still shines, the heat from its searching rays is diminished. The sky is sepia; as sepia as the buildings that flow over the horizon to foreign lands of which Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 