They put handcuffs on his wrists. Hooked right to the table at which he sat. The dopes. Stuck to the fantasy of control. Something that had been gone long before we found him. They clung to nothing. He just played along. The man in the chair. Whoever he was.

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Gut Feeling

It was the sort of silence that makes any sound seem louder. Clear crackle. Pop. As the flame danced. Excited in moments, subdued in others. The timid and occasional breeze swayed the amber this way and that, while the smoke staggered its way upwards.

His mind was elsewhere as Jim went on with his story. Relentlessly long winded, you only needed to tune in here and there to get the point of a Jim story. Good soul, who laughed at his own jokes.
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Thousand Dollar Boxes

It was a bad idea. A fool’s errand. A sign of our growing complacency. All ego. We should not have gone that far in. Should have just stayed home. But we didn’t.

Everything near the outskirts was scrapped. Nothing much left close to the river. Anything else of value gone for about ten blocks in from each side.

We didn’t have to go that far. But we did anyway. We got greedy.

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You weren’t supposed to sleep on the bus. Most everyone did anyway. All you had to do was turn the radio up just about as loud as it would go. You would know that they were calling you because of the tone. A special and specific beep. Just for us. The sound was plenty loud and sharp. It would be an impressive thing to sleep through it.

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Bar Tab

It was a job.

A modest one. Particularly when compared to his last job. His first job.
He did enjoy this one, though. Somehow. Something about those hokey-poke bars so far away from where he had come. That graceful stink of desperation. Or was that just cheap liquor and piss?

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