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Chapters

Let's all tell the truth and apologize for the harm we’ve caused each other. I hope by reading about my darkness others will begin to purge their own. Here are a few chapters from my book to get things started.

Color Of Water And The Meaning Of Life

Past the words and the gazes, the touch or the smell of a lover’s hair, there is an undefined method for connection between two souls. There are moments hidden between pain and sorrow that create a bend in space, an event horizon, and, in that space between emotions, the meaning of life can be felt but never understood.

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Assault By Attrition

Haylee had been taken to the hospital to undergo a rape kit procedure in which they swabbed her and took pictures, and all the while she stayed silent. She changed schools shortly after because the anxiety had gotten so bad, but her only reward was then to drive by the house of the man, the original neighbor, who had assaulted her years before.

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In The Kitchen

Anger fumed from his essence and covered every inch of the kitchen. The anger was from an old world, from a generation not accustomed to female disobedience. I have seen this old world, once, when driving by a city named Zenica, deep in the mountains of Bosnia, where the sky is dark for miles around. At the center lies an old steel mill, built during the height of the communist regime and left unchanged for 50 years. Soot is continually thrown from the central smokestack and covers the people in a haze, bleak and heavy. My father’s anger was like that.

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The Teacher Of Pity

To calm the feral pack, I took out my wallet and handed over one American dollar to the alpha. He snatched it out of my hand like a lizard catching flies. I shooed them away, and the leader accepted my gesture as he ran off with the box of gum. His herd followed. The little girl was slow, so before she finally took off, I managed to slip a five into the front pocket of her overalls and pointed her toward the fleeing pack. She trotted off in clumsy little steps, and I watched her with shame. What a shame that she didn’t yet know to pity herself. What a shame that I was there to teach her.

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