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Submitted to Contest #289
“Nakata!”BAM BAM BAM. The redheaded girl checked her knuckles for damage, changed to the heel of her fist. “Tony!" BAM BAM. "It’s JoJo, from Ridge Runners. Open the goddam door, it’s important.”“Gimme a minute…” Tony Nakata, a forty-ish, tall for a full blood Navajo, pulled himself out of an Indian blanket covered La-Z-Boy recliner that had been slowly collapsing for at least fifteen years, waved his feet around on the floor looking for his moccasins, realized they were on his feet. He shuffled to the plank door on his grandfather’s hogan, t...
Submitted to Contest #284
“Thank you darlin’.” Old Upjohn took the pie handoff from a waitress wearing a starched, pink and white pinstriped nurses’ cap and matching diner waitress skirt and blouse. He watched her retreat, brought his attention back to the pie. “Place is closin’, Lamar.”“This place? You sure? It’s been around longer than you.”“Don’t I know it.”“Maybe,” Lamar blew on his spoon of Jambalaya, “it’s so old they can’t keep it up to code.”“Don’t know about no damn code, but I sure ‘nuff know it’s a cryin’ shame. People got their lives mixed up in this plac...
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