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Freak Pure Slush Vol. 13
Freak Pure Slush Vol. 13
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stories, essays and poems by Alex Reece Abbott, Duff Allen, Samantha Armatys, David S. Atkinson, Jane Banning, Tina Barry, Paul Beckman, Irene Buckler, Megan Crosbie, Peter DiChellis, Glen Donaldson, Kristina England, Brad Garber, Flora Gaugg, Mark Govier, John Grey, Diana Grove, Matthew Harrison, Robin Hillard, Stephen House, Mark Hudson, A.J. Huffman, Hasen Hull, Phillis Ideal, Em Koenig, Donna Krause, Len Kuntz, John Lambremont, Kathryn Lee, Lucy Logsdon, JP Lundstrom, Catfish McDaris, Gwendolyn Joyce Mintz, Richie Narvaez, Pádraig Ó Cúana, Edward O'Dwyer, Carl 'Papa' Palmer, Joseph Pete, Ben Pitts, Martin Jon Porter, Matt Potter, Melisa Quigley, Stephen V Ramey, Alex Robertson, Jennifer Rose, Ruth Sabath Rosenthal, Andrew Stancek, J. J. Steinfeld, Dianne Turner, Rob Walker, Anne E. Weisgerber, Michael Webb, Andrew West, Robb T. White and Allan J. Wills, all prompted by the theme 'freak'
LanguageEnglish
Release dateDec 15, 2016
ISBN9781925536157
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    Freak Pure Slush Vol. 13

    Copyright

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    First published December 2016

    Stories copyright © Pure Slush and individual authors

    Edited by Matt Potter

    All rights reserved by the authors and publisher. Except for brief excerpts used for review or scholarly purposes, no part of this book may be reproduced in any manner whatsoever without express written consent of the publisher or the authors.

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    Original cover photo Quasimodo 1 by Andreas Bengter

    Cover design by Matt Potter

    ISBN: 978-1-925536-15-7

    Also available as a paperback:

    ISBN: 978-1-925536-16-4

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    A note on differences in punctuation and spelling

    Pure Slush proudly features (both online and in print) writers from all over the English-speaking world. Some speak and write English as their first language, while for others, it’s their second or third or even fourth language. Naturally, across all versions of English, there are differences in punctuation and spelling, and even in meaning. These differences are reflected in the work Pure Slush publishes, and it accounts for any differences in punctuation, spelling and meaning found within these pages.

    Contents

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    The big freak-out / Allan J. Wills

    Barista / Duff Allen

    The Menstruators / Flora Gaugg

    Cold Blind / Jane Banning

    Violated / Len Kuntz

    Get Lost / JP Lundstrom

    How Picasso’s African Period … / Stephen V. Ramey

    Radio Dave / Martin Jon Porter

    A Little Cyclops in a Chemical Cupboard / Megan Crosbie

    How the Amorous … / J. J. Steinfeld

    Midnight in Freakville / A. J. Huffman

    Somewhat Restricted / John Grey

    Ten Gallon Hats Full … / David S. Atkinson

    Why Circus Performers … / Peter DiChellis

    Freaking Out in Bangkok / Andrew West

    Swedish Fish / Joseph S. Pete

    The Kid Does His Father a Solid / Paul Beckman

    Robot Lover / Diana Grove

    The Respect They Deserve / Jennifer Rose

    200 North Willow Street / Ben Pitts

    Outcast / Melisa Quigley

    Magpie / Glen Donaldson

    Alert / Dianne Turner

    White Ink / Samantha Armatys

    A Baby on Board / Em Koenig

    Nobody Here But Us Chickens / Andrew Stancek

    Something real / Kathryn Lee

    Blue Lady / Irene Buckler

    I Toast a Most Solemn Occasion: / Ruth Sabath Rosenthal

    Faulty Tan Line / Kristina England

    Pea Coat / Anne E. Weisgerber

    Widow / Tina Barry

    Peachy Head / Mark Govier

    Koo Laid / Catfish McDaris

    The Peacock and the Poodle / Mark Hudson

    Pearl / Donna Krause

    Our Sub-Generation / John Lambremont, Sr.

    Sleeping Beauty Doesn’t Freak / Lucy M. Logsdon

    Digital Music Dude / Alex Robertson

    Adult Adolescence / Hasen Hull

    Toppin’ y’self / Rob Walker

    Yard Darts / Carl ‘Papa’ Palmer

    Echo, Echo / Richie Narvaez

    Too Late and Too Long Ago / Pádraig Ó Cúana

    he called me a freak / Stephen House

    Visitation / Phillis Ideal

    Twins / Robin Hillard

    Bobby Estep Made a Big Decision / Robb T. White

    Headlights of Her Desire / Michael Webb

    Rotifer / Matthew Harrison

    Throwing Yourself Away / Edward O’Dwyer

    Vigil / Alex Reece Abbott

    I Have an Incredible Thing / Brad Garber

    I Am So Sorry For Your Loss / Gwendolyn Joyce Mintz

    Close Encounter of the Emergency Kind / Matt Potter

    The Big Freak-Out

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    by Allan J. Wills

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    At four years old… I was the kind of child who lay awake in the darkness of my bedroom and saw the shadows come alive as fearsome creatures. I tried to escape to my parents’ bed for protection. The journey along the dark corridor was fraught with wraiths and monsters. The creatures looked real enough. They became more threatening the more I feared them, so I conquered my fear and they did not harm me.

    At forty years old… I listened to a man on TV say how dangerous the world we live in is, how evil and untrust-worthy those and those, and how he was going to make the world safe and his nation great. The crowd around him cheered wildly. I wondered where the monsters were, turned off the TV and went outside into the sunshine. In the park across the road Poké-walkers looking into iPhones surrounded an avatar.

    Barista

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    by Duff Allen

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    In any case it doesn’t matter that I’ve been here already four years and had more relationships than I can count fifty fingers on. Usually it’s with older guys who come in all stressed about their jobs and stuff like that that I don’t really care about because I’ve got mine. Maybe they’ve got the wife and they just want the barista thing for some kind of change besides repointing their ginormous chimneys or repaving their driveways.

    For all I know they go to different coffee shops in the different neighborhoods, there are so many to pick and choose from. But my thing is to stay right here and when I put that little macchiato mark with my trademark boobs and nipples on it, it’s just like a lasso men whatever age they are they can’t resist.

    Don’t get me wrong, I know none of it’s real or matters of course in any way at all, besides maybe upping my gynecological visits to make sure everything’s ok in Filene’s Bargain Basement down there.

    The lines of pick-up are pretty much standards by now just as are the lines of breaking up. Neither category is worth quoting or reporting. It’s important enough only that we both play our parts when it’s over and you look down the way you’re supposed to look down. The way to look down like when you’re passing by a mortuary and there’s a hearse out in front, even if the family member or the friend being buried has absolutely zilch to do with you, that’s the way to look down.

    Doing that’s a social custom for sure, but it’s no different than going Oooo! or Ahhhh! when you’re seeing fireworks that are always exactly the same replica as the ones blowing up in the sky the year before. The colorful explosions in the night. The vocalized exclamations. The signs given signaling the calendaric verity of the event underway.

    I’m not picky at all really. Any guy who looks just a little bit itchy is a good enough catch for the time being, which is all anybody has until the last clichéd sip in the bottom of the throwaway paper coffee cup thing is over. And onto the next day. In case you’re thinking that all of this is a response to, or a symptom of relief-inducing or anxiety-abating actions, or self-abuse, that’s not it.

    It’s simply like playing a board game: the pieces have four colors – yellow, red, blue, green – and you realize in

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