Linguistic Erosion

Contributor: J. M. Tompkins - - I waited for her next to her black Honda Accord at two in the morning in the damp parking lot. Still, even after my stomach curled watching her strip on stage, I had a thing for her. Tall, lean and confident, she was everything I wanted to be. And everything I hated. With a clanging, the door of the windowless building swung open as Mandy appeared, walking over to me like a runway model. Passing me without a word, she flung open the driver’s side door and slid in like liquid. I hurried to the passenger side, not wanting her to wait for me. As I clicked my seatbelt, she lit a cigarette and put the car in reverse. “It was a shitty night making shit for money.” She blew smoke into the windshield and I watched curl in the street light. “It’s just temporary, like you say.” I looked straight, directly out...

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