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- August 2nd, 2008
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chrislacour has posted a new entry on: Where I Find Myself
One Way
When the bus starts, that sound, that mechanical, combustible mash up, that noise, it makes her smile. It’s a gentle smile. With her eyes closed and her head laid back against the seat, she’s grinning. For a change, she’s happy.
- July 27th, 2008
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chrislacour has posted a new entry on: Where I Find Myself
Elephants
On their way home, she asked him which of the animals were his favorite. “The elephants.” “why?” “I don’t know why, they just are.” “Did you see how big they were?” “I did.” “Did
- July 20th, 2008
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chrislacour has posted a new entry on: Where I Find Myself
Step on a Crack…
There are one hundred and ten cracks in the hall floor that leads from my room to hers. Give or take. I’m guessing. I’ve never even come close to being right with any of those - guess how many of this or of that are in the jar - g
- July 11th, 2008
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chrislacour has posted a new entry on: Where I Find Myself
Writers Block
I draw squares. Boxes. I should write words. Sentences. Instead, four lines. Four corners. Over and over. Four lines. Four corners. The metaphor? They’re fucking squares. Not words. Copyright © July 2008 Chris la Cour
- July 3rd, 2008
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chrislacour has posted a new entry on: Where I Find Myself
The End of Every Story
Here’s the thing that’ll make this story a little bit different. Right here, somewhere in the first few paragraphs, will be the end. The spoiler. Ready? Really, I’m going to skip the beginning and shoot straight on through to the
- June 1st, 2008
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chrislacour has posted a new entry on: Where I Find Myself
Henry
I remember his hands mostly. From the first time I met him through the next few times we stood together, smoking cigarettes on Chestnut Street, they were all I could look at. Like the hands of a corpse, they looked carved. His fingers were long and t
