thoughts and opinions by author s. andrew swann
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 [...]
S Andrew Swann | October 31, 2011
Saturday, October 23, Continued Elroy stood next to a gray van parked about a block from the main Euclid Heights Library. He watched intently as an ambulance pulled up to the front of the building to retrieve the injured Charlie Wilson. There wasn’t anything particularly remarkable about Elroy. He appeared like a typical twelve-year old [...]
S Andrew Swann | October 21, 2011
Saturday, October 23, Continued Chuck froze for a few long seconds before he registered what had happened. He had actually gotten to apologizing to the bitch, and he had never apologized to anyone in his fucking life— And, goddamn it all, it wasn’t enough. He stood at the top of the library stairs, looking at [...]
S Andrew Swann | October 20, 2011
Saturday, October 23, Continued Allison wanted to run away as fast as she could. Instead, she found herself walking back toward the library steps. The walk was endless. Chuck made no move to meet her halfway. He stood at the top of the steps waving her notebook as if using a treat to entice a [...]
S Andrew Swann | October 19, 2011
Saturday, October 23, Continued In the bathroom, Allison blew her nose into a wad of coarse toilet paper. Then she tried to reclaim some of her face from the ravages of her emotions. She wished she was more into makeup right now. If she had some with her she could cover some of the effects [...]
S Andrew Swann | October 15, 2011
Saturday, October 23, continued “What other possibility?” Allison whispered at her notebook. The words came out with an unenlightening puff of fog. She jotted down what else she remembered him saying before Mom hung up. Always been a chance. They already have one class in the area. “Is that right?” She stared at the words. [...]
S Andrew Swann | October 14, 2011
Saturday, October 23 08:05 AM The temperature had dipped below freezing during the night. By morning it strained to get over forty. Uneven slate gray clouds shrouded the sky, and the diffuse light faded all the tree-colors into a uniform mud-brown that fit Allison’s mood perfectly; cold, ugly and perfectly horrible. Allison couldn’t remember the [...]
S Andrew Swann | October 10, 2011
Saturday, October 23 02:35 AM Mr. Counter passed out papers to the class. When Allison tuned over her paper, it was the love scene from Restless Nights. Mr. Counter had covered the scene with illegible red corrections. Across the top he’d scrawled a great big “F” and the comment “do over.” The phone rang. Allison [...]
S Andrew Swann | October 7, 2011
Friday October 22, Continued Allison dove, stuffing her manuscript back into the shoebox. She slipped on a throw-rug and had to catch herself on the dresser opposite the foot of her bed. An avalanche of stuffed animals buried the News Hour as she bent and stuffed the box under the debris cluttering the bottom of [...]
S Andrew Swann | October 5, 2011
Friday October 22, Continued Allison lay on her bed. Red-marked computer-draft essay surrounded her. An unfinished gothic paperback lay open, face-down next to her pillow. Across from the foot of the bed, a crotchety analog TV nattered on, half-buried in stuffed animals. It was tuned to PBS and Tom Lehrer was going on about the [...]
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