thoughts and opinions by author s. andrew swann
S Andrew Swann | November 25, 2011
Sunday, October 24, 07:52 AM Allison woke with the hazy memory of agony and the dull ache of faded cramps in her arms. She didn’t to move, or open her eyes— she barely breathed, for fear of triggering the pain again. Eventually the need to be clean again won over the fear. The sheets were [...]
S Andrew Swann | November 23, 2011
Sunday October 24, Continued The sky was just lightening by the time Chuck walked out on to the streets of Little Italy. He had gotten himself thoroughly lost within the boundaries of University Hospitals and Case Western Reserve University. In a way, that was good, since three minutes after he’d found his way out of [...]
S Andrew Swann | November 22, 2011
Sunday October 24, Continued Chuck turned to see the cop at the other end of the corridor, a cup of machine coffee in his hand, arms held wide. “It’s all right, Charlie.” Said the cop in what was supposed to be a reassuring voice. Chuck looked back, and saw the nurse looking at the cop. [...]
S Andrew Swann | November 4, 2011
Sunday October 24, Continued Chuck saw the cop’s hat and thought, Fuck and double fuck. Whoever the Eagle dude was, the bastard had to be the fed the cop was talking about. And if Chuck didn’t want to meet up with the guy, he had to get off this stretcher before the cop came back. [...]
S Andrew Swann | November 2, 2011
Sunday, October 24, 12:03 AM Chuck Wilson’s first conscious thoughts weren’t his own. «fucking doctor should be here by now. fuck they want me to bleed to death? fuck.» «“It’ll be all right honey god let her be all right The doctor will give you something to make it all better is it strep, please [...]
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