Category: A Two Part Story
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CAUSEWAY TO NOWHERE, Part II
Part II of a two part story of Fort Stockton greed and betrayal. Sunny downshifted and rolled forward, frowning as if he could pull the tollbooth up by its roots with nothing but facial expression. Burris tugged his cap and held out the cigar box that counted as treasury. “Nickel for the view,” Burris said.…
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CAUSEWAY TO NOWHERE, Part I
Part I of a two part story of Fort Stockton greed and betrayal. The phone on the linoleum counter at Rex Hall’s Pharmacy had a ring like a hornet caught in a snuff tin. Everyone heard it—Rex, who was measuring out aspirin like it owed him money; Mrs. Whitley, comparing rouge shades to moral decline;…
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THE PANTHER ON THE PORCH, Part II
In the summer of 1954, Martin Van Zandt was fourteen years old and learning that the world doesn’t owe you a damn thing. That Schwinn Panther—curved chrome fenders, whitewall tires, gold script promising more than it could deliver—sat in the window at Hobby Town like a trophy you didn’t really win. Mr. and Mrs. Wharton,…
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THE PANTHER ON THE PORCH, Part I
In the summer of 1954, Martin Van Zandt was fourteen years old and saving up for a dream. That dream had curved chrome fenders, whitewall tires, a springer fork, and gold script that shimmered in the morning sun like it had something to say. The 1953 Schwinn Panther sat in the front window of Hobby…