The afternoon began just as I expected it would. There was the obligatory small talk, which quickly turned to the only topic in town lately and likely the only interesting thing that had happened there in a great while, the disappearance of the mayor and a prominent Charleston businessman who were boating on the river.
“Mr. Haskins was a real estate developer,” our hostess informed us. “Marshall and I have known Jason, Mayor Lungo, forever. We didn’t care for him much. We could never figure out how he could live here his whole life and never really understand the place. Now the value of a dollar, that he understood too well. They were working on some big hotel or condominium deal along the river and I guess they were looking at where things might go. The boat was found just a little ways downstream. It doesn’t surprise me that they haven’t found them yet. Mayor Lungo probably tossed them out while showing off and they’ve made an alligator or two a nice meal. Just between us, he was a bit of a drinker.”
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One out of every four girls is sexually abused, one out
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Back then I lived in a little town in West Virginia called Summersville. I never even knew there was anything else but that town till I was six. My family never went nowhere or did much of nothin. We lived in a beat up two-story white shack just down the street from the swimmin pool.
My momma and daddy never did get along too much. They loved each other and all, but it just seemed like they was always makin each other mad. Sometimes they’d be fightin and screamin and me and Rick, my brother, would just hide in our room. I was just a little kid then, so I’d get all upset and bawl like a baby, coverin my ears so I couldn’t hear. ‘Course I could still hear it all, pots and pans bangin around, Momma screamin for daddy to stop. Rick, he just stood there starin at me, his eyes bulging out like he’d seen a ghost, then he’d ask me if I was alright. He always acted like he wasn’t scared or nothin. Like it didn’t get to him. Sometimes he’d find me hidin under my bed, cryin like a sissy, and he’d tell me to quit it. He tried to make it sound like he was mad, but I could hear his voice shakin, just not as bad as mine was. Still, he meant okay, I guess. Just tryin to be tough. One of us had to be.
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by David Coles
The massive front wall was pierced by windows far too small for the temptations of the outside world to enter the Abbey and the great oaken doors barred all but a few from ever leaving.
A flock of starlings perched in the denuded trees, shrieked abuse at them as the Abbot slid gratefully from the donkey’s back.
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