Prose
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- Written by: Brandon_Hennen
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It's 9:03am Saturday morning and my day has just begun. Restless with only an hour of sleep I'm certainly ready to serve. The phone just started ringing and the addicts need their physician. Who Am I? I'm the hustler with every intent to turn a dollar into two. Blinded by the diamond earrings expensive clothes
fresh Air Jordans and classic Cadillacs, it all seems fair.
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The day stumbles into Washington Square-languid yellow-green and certain getting up this morning is in no way a good idea. It's a sentiment shared by most every resident of Washington Square. It is a sentiment shared by most anyone who has ever had the misfortune to live in this miserable place none more so than
those still awake this morning, seated inside the grim walls of the Coffeetime Café and Grill. It is 6:47 am. It is a Sunday in September, 1981.
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- Written by: jhitch1970
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Sarah Collins passes through her book-lined living room onto the front porch of her apartment. She stands in darkness dressed only in a slip and cotton bathrobe. Her weight as always rests on a single bare foot the other foot swaying back and forth across the wood plank floor of the porch. She doesn’t mind
the evening’s chill. Sarah is almost always too hot. She lights up a cigarette. She inhales deeply.
