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B is for The Hand of Gordon (Act 7)

And the hand of Gordon moved upon the waters of the bucket in the bathroom. Yesterday, when imagination was a young boy, he would spin the waters into a whirl. Seven times he spun. Then in the eye of it, he’d drop a marble, the bar of soap… whatsoever he carried in his hand, just to see the future. He smiled. Ah, those were the days! When imagination was young; before every thing was evil and he spun the waters, only to bathe...


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--> I first felt it in the shower. Nostalgia. Creeping up my leg and resting on my shoulder. Bony fingers caresses in that sickeningly sweet way nostalgia often does. It was the end of September or the beginning of October... That night in the shower when I remembered an old October, reading poetry at a wine factory; with sandwiches as big as your face. And I remembered two tables. Friends and a girl. And it was October. The sealing of fate. 2008.
Days passed but not before the memory of darkness and a knife. The surgery that changed me... And it was October. October or go to Heaven. 2007.
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