Acorn Superglide 100Susan hadn’t eaten for three days when she decided to go and buy the chair. She drank coffee and Kahlua with milk and smoked a pipe on a small staircase outside of her apartment. Susan always took a large box of strike anywhere matches out with her when she smoked. She was never any good at keeping the tobacco lit, and a small pile of discarded wood was heaped next to the rain gutter. She liked the smell of sulfur, especially when it overcame the smells of a recently used toilet, and she liked the smell of her tobacco.Acorn Superglide 100
A shriveled old woman lived in a house across the alley, and Susan w
The babe wore redThe babe wore red. The babe wore red. That’s what he remembered the most as he peered through the chain link fence. He clutched a dripping burger, soaking through the grease paper, pickled mayonnaise in rivulets between his knuckles. Some wary ship through a cracked sea. He wanted to remember her—that’s what he told himself, staring out past the broken concrete and shuffling peasants. He wanted to remember her in red—in a red dress, a red dress in a market of fleas. Him, pawing through open troughs of dead eye dolls and small glass figurines, seeing her pass by in thThe babe wore red
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