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Cursed

 

Title: Cursed
Author: Classic She
Rating: Mature
Category: Drabble - Josh POV
Author's note: My musings as to the result of the Josh/Amy relationship. And, as you can see, I love to play with the visual structure of a story.




Home.

Two weeks - ten countries - three continents
Two weeks - everlasting meetings, evershifting agendas
Two weeks - cryptic messages, baffling e-mails

Home.

Tonight?s agenda: shower - scotch - sleep

Two weeks of papers piled on my stoop.
Two weeks of mail spilled in my foyer.
Two weeks of messages on my phone.

Home.

Revised agenda: Macallan - messages - mail

Sip slowly.
Listen absently.
Glance unseeingly.

God Damn, Son of a Bitch

Envelope - return address.

"Joshua"

State of Maryland?

"I need to tell you something."

Vital Statistics Administration?

"This is important."

Birth Certificate?

"You need to know."

God damn!

"Call me."

A son.

"J"

The bitch.

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