Nobody s Watching
My cigarette dangled as I poured another glass of whiskey (vodka? gin?). I watched Tony and Cassy from the window above my sink of unwashed dishes, kissing by their new mini-van; all smiley and bouncy. They weren’t as virtuous as they looked. They couldn’t be. As attractive, as desirable as they were, they had their flaws, their sins. I looked over at Kitchen Jesus. He knew. “We know too. We know their sins!” I sighed. The voices usually went away if I ignored them. I gulped down my drink and...
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