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JH EMBER
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Dinner
The rain pattered hard against the windows on the bus. It hummed along while it was weaving through the city to each destination. With each stop, it was the same image, a drenched person, shaking off the water on their coat, looking to find a seat. The lights seemed to struggle to keep up…
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The Rash, The End
I woke up cold. I wasn’t sure where I was. I had slept a dreamless sleep. I thought maybe I went to sleep drunk again, waking up in an alleyway. I looked around for someone to ask. My hands were numb, they were too heavy. I couldn’t lift them. I could smell the urine,…
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The Rash, Pt. 8
It was still dark, it was cold. The weather was starting to turn, I could feel it. I was shivering. Shivering and scratching, the feeling was raw, pure muscle aches as I tried to scratch the itch. I was trying to scratch away the images. I looked out the windshield. I was at Felipe’s…
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The Rash, Pt. 7
That night, I went right to sleep. I felt the cool pillow feeling touch my face while I laid down. I was able to drift off to sleep. “Hey Tom.” Said a voice. I woke up, looking across the room. It was a voice that was undeclared, unknown, unwanted. I looked around…
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The Rash, Pt. 6
I punched into work the next morning. The wet, dirty, smell of old memories under the pavement reached my nose as I walked the parking lot. I heard the “chunk” sound of the punch card machine as I punched my card. I put the card back in my slot. I walked to the lockers…
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The Rash, Pt. 5
That night, I did not sleep well. Although I had tried my hardest to get a true nap, I could not doze off. I could feel the anxiety overwhelm me while I lay down on the couch. My nerves crawled all over my skin, making me squirm and scratch. When I finally gave…
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The Rash, Pt. 4
The drive back was silent from the backseat. I didn’t want to talk much and Felipe and Simon were caught up talking in the front seat. I sat looking at my phone, I had pinned the location on my maps app on the phone before we drove off. I’m not sure why I did…
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The Rash, Pt. 3
I was sitting on the tailgate of the truck when Simon and Felipe walked back to see me. It hadn’t been more than twenty minutes since I stumbled back to get water from the truck. It wasn’t my truck, it was Simon’s. He was adamant about using his own. He stood by its side…
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The Rash, Pt. 2
The face’s mouth looked at me like split cloth with a void centered in the middle. Hair, ragged and chaotically pulled in all directions was long, brown, and dry. I could smell her, it, the body. The eyes, I would never forget the eyes. They just stared at me as if I was the…
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The Rash, 1
My first reaction when the poison ivy touched my skin was nothing. I didn’t even realize what had happened. It was a gorgeous spring day, the sun soaking our skin, with a cool breeze to keep it from feeling overwhelming so. I simply picked myself up as I had just fallen slightly while trying…