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The Mind’s Eye Kathy turned the eye of the stove on, its blood red coil searing the events of the evening into her mind, dulling her disturbed emotions. Hands shaking, she poured the peeled tomatoes into a saucepan, and added the dried noodles. These are Teddy’s favorites, Kathy thought glancing into the living room as she walked to the rubbish bin, Kathy could just see the edge of Ted’s slippers…

Lonnie Stokes - Another Gotham Writers Workshop exercise.

“You ripped my scab you shithead.” Lonnie held his arm up to my face, “I ought to make you eat it Harmon.” “You did it L-Lonnie.” I said. “You di- did it trying to take my lunch box.” My voice hitching as I barely held back the tears. “Only a queer would have a Scooby-Do lunch box Harmon. And you’re a damned queer if I ever saw one.” It was an understatement that Lonnie Stokes was the bane of my…