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Repainting

May 29, 2019 3 Comments

Repainting
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Grandpappy told me he didn’t believe in death. He believed in terms. “People have to come to terms with life, kiddo. Terms dictate everything—the beginning, the end, and all that shit in between.” An hour later, he went into his bedroom and spattered his brains onto the wall that Ma had just repainted. How rude. We found him grimacing, his eyes wide open. He looked wild, like a monkey that got caught devouring another monkey. Prozac dotted his nightstand. “Never take any pills,” Grandpappy had told me. “They’ll make you crazy.”

Poor Ma. She’ll have to repaint that wall again.

By Alexander Crayon

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  1. David Berger says

    May 29, 2019 at 9:57 am

    With all due respect, not impressive.

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    • Judith Joubert says

      May 29, 2019 at 10:03 am

      I really liked it. “Like a monkey that got caught devouring another monkey” is an unconventional but precise capture of his expression.

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  2. Cathy Cade says

    May 29, 2019 at 7:55 pm

    Dark. Not much of a role model, and it shows.

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