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AWAD: Pother
‘Ma was all a-pother. Someone done run off with someone else. Honest to God I couldn’t keep it all straight. She was blatherin’ away on our weekly phone call, conversating up a storm. One of my aunts maybe. Or a cousin. Next week it’d be the same story only with different relations playin’ the parts. [...]
AWAD: Avoirdupois
Tara’s a weigher. Her internal balance beam analyzes life and assigns importance: physical, emotional, spiritual calculations performed in snap, permanent judgements.
Tara boards the bus. She eyes up the driver as she drops her fare. Heavy, balding, runny eyes. Not to be trusted. She abandons the deposited change — “Oh! Wrong bus. Silly me!” — [...]
AWAD: Simulacrum
The O’Connor twins. Objects of intense teenage lust. Keepers of the fantasticaly ludicrous twin sister fantasy flame. Bearers of an uncanny familial resemblance and near mythical aura of sexuality, capable of rendering even the most devout into quivering puddles.
The stuff of legends, at least in Smith Falls. Left for bigger and better. Pictured on billboards, [...]
AWAD: anomie
Smart post-conflict governments invest heavily in rebuilding infrastructure. Thomas was in full professor mode, lecturing to everyone in the room. In his head. Really he was waiting in the waiting room of his doctor’s shabby office. Infrastructure requires a lot of construction, which requires a lot of manpower, which is generally provided by young men. [...]
AWAD: Periphrastic
Sam was getting used to things flying at his head. There were many perks to having a crazy, passionate, Spanish girlfriend but this was not one of them. He’d learned that the bigger things were easier to duck or deflect, like the frying pan that had just whistled past his head as he walked in [...]
AWAD: Savoir-faire
It took a certain savoir-faire to climb the ranks. A delicate knowledge that couldn’t be so much taught as observed, intuited rather than instructed. An ability to emphasize no matter your personal beliefs and proclivities. Joe had paid his dues early, starting out in the lower east and gradually moving up and west as his [...]
AWAD: Chef-d’ouevre
It took the promise of a total lunar eclipse to finally drag Tramble from his cave. His increasing hermitage matched the composition of his chef-d’ouevre, a now 900-page treatise that meandered back and forth over the fiction/non border with an ease Tramble wished his own life possessed. That no one would ever read the book [...]
AWAD: Esprit de corps
They were proud of their history, fierce defenders of their once-secret society with a notoriously murky past. Times were different they said. Everyone was now welcome ― in an official sense if nothing else ― though Jones’ judicious rigging of the protocols and fees kept membership very much on par with their predecessors.
Johnson first raised [...]
AWAD: Amour-Propre
Walter faltered. He sat in his car, smoking an unfamiliar cigarette, fumbling with the devirginized lighter and fishing scraps of paper from the still sacrosanct ashtray.
Note: this was really a full short story that got eaten by the Wordpress iPhone app. There were whole other paragraphs. Honest. Alas.
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