Whiff – Chapter 2

“What the hell, Jim?  Why aren’t those books re-shelved?” says Connor. I very much dislike when people curse at me.  I am entirely unable to respond to that kind of language.  Mother says that unless the “H” word is used in a religious context, it is foul and uncivil. He steps between me and the …

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Whiff – Chapter 1

The clinking of all the tiny bottles in my satchel comforts me as I walk through the double automatic doors of The Gardens nursing facility and hospice care. “Well hello, Mr. Bronson.  Nice to see you,” says Juliette, the large-bosomed woman behind the front desk.  I’ve never spoken to her, and likely never will.  I …

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