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Imposter – yes- again
AVA July 11, 2016 “Just one more God-damned thing that didn’t go right,” her mom said . She frowned and fidgeted with the hem of her dime-store dress. Ava’s uncle went to his truck and changed from khakis into sweat pants. Her aunt ducked behind the hearse to light a cigarette in the wind. Her mom climbed into her beat up car, put on the flashers and motioned for everyone to follow behind. They formed a makeshift processional of dented trucks and loud mufflers, driving out of the small town, onto dirt roads and up to a cemetery bordered by thick woods. What killed her father was drinking.…
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Imposter
So here’s the thing. I write. I don’t always know where it’s going but I do it anyway. I’m going to start posting once a week here on the site something I’ve written…whether it will be published or is just scribbled ideas here and there…who knows. I’d love to hear what you think so please post comments below! AVA July 11, 2016 Ava took a bite of her peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She chewed slowly, savoring the taste. “Let’s continue where we left off.” He looked down, consulted his note pad. “You gave in to Fat Mike,” Dr. White said. “You want details?” Ava asked, brows drawn together. She…
