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EndGame by dbvirago

“That was the best game we’ve ever had!” said Grandmaster Bloodworth. / The three members of the Inner Circle sat around the private club off 82nd on Manhattan’s Upper East Side. A… 2926 words

Deadline by dbvirago

The deadline was fast approaching. January 15th was less than two days away and he still sat and stared at a blank monitor. He had been writing his monthly column for twenty-nine plus years and never… 1494 words

The Button by dbvirago

“That’s all I gotta do?” / “That’s all.” / “Just push the button?” / “Just push the button.” / “Okay, tell me again,” Ted Lambeth said. / He was sitting in the chair across from Doctor Piccoli’s … 413 words

No Hesitation by dbvirago

I had arrived at my friend, Tim’s apartment a little after eight on a Friday night. I assumed it would be another night of drinking beer and watching baseball on the television. He had this new thing… 2791 words

The Day After by dbvirago

My alarm woke me up at 5:00 Saturday morning, July 27, 1996. I didn’t really know it was a weekend. I had put in seven consecutive eighteen-hour days and I had a little more than a week to go. I was … 1120 words

Bullet by dbvirago

I woke up at five-thirty like always and checked the temperature. Thirty-five degrees. I looked out the window at the pines glowing from the streetlights in front of my house. Not just thirty-five de… 1502 words

The Burial by dbvirago

The first time she entered this room seven years ago came flooding back. She had just turned sixteen. She had just met her uncle for the first time. She had just buried her mother and father. / “Wel… 698 words

My Dad's Yard by dbvirago

My dad lived in the same house for thirty years, and at least five days a week for those thirty years he spent time in his yard. That’s almost eight thousand times he put on whatever passed for his y… 968 words

Pigwell by dbvirago

In Pigwell, time is not measured by days or weeks but by the number of eighteen wheelers that drive past my house. That’s how I know when the weekends come and go. There isn’t as much trucking betwee… 1985 words

Breakdown by dbvirago

Annie Tucker was cruising along US-1 in the no-man’s land between Jacksonville and Daytona Beach, Florida. Her ML430 cruised effortlessly at 75 MPH with the sunroof open and Tom Petty blasting on the… 2532 words

Christmas in Prison by dbvirago

It’s Christmas in prison. / The food would be better on Christmas. You’d get ham and turkey, cranberry sauce, potatoes with gravy, and pie. We never get pie. / The other thing about Christmas were … 404 words

The Chain by dbvirago

The man on the dock was gagged and duct-taped to his chair. Several loops of chain wrapped around him and the chair, disappearing into a coil at his feet. A cinder block shackled to a length running … 3575 words

One Day by dbvirago

My alarm woke me at 6 a.m. I went out for a run, showered, brushed my teeth, got dressed, and had some breakfast. It was a day like any other, except today I was going to watch someone die. / I make … 4453 words

Rage by dbvirago

I got the penny on our honeymoon. I’ve worn it around my neck ever since – never took it off for anything. That penny meant more to me than my wedding ring. Then some bastard went and stole it from m… 2230 words

The Games by dbvirago

“Anybody want to grab a bite to eat?” I asked. / “No, I think I’ll just go home.” / “No thanks, we have an early flight tomorrow.” / “We’re going to wander over by the stadium.” / And like that, … 2753 words

38 Seconds by dbvirago

I had a plan. It wasn’t a great plan, but a plan nonetheless. I was going to break 2:50 in the New Orleans Marathon and qualify for Boston. If I made that, I was going to hire a coach to train me for… 1187 words

Mama's Things by dbvirago

Mamma always had a love for other people’s possessions. 1289 words