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Jesula Damas
Bio
If you pose in front of a teddy bear just once in your life you'll die happily.
21.
Brooklyn and beyond...
Stories (2/0)
The Guy in the Corvette
The car had crawled out of the intersection, the barely attached front bumper scraping the tarmac as it labored onto the upcoming street. The machine banged, popped, and sputtered to a grinding halt in the middle of the road. One of the wheels, jutting out in a position opposite the rest, had finally spun lose its tire. There was a pained whirring as a result of excessive force on the gas pedal causing dense clouds of white smoke to rise up from the tailpipe. By some mad determination of the man in the driver’s seat, the car started moving again, a wobbling tire beneath it and a trail of fluid streaking the ground behind. He steered the groaning vehicle toward the curb alongside a Chevy dealership where he killed the engine of the black Corvette for the last time.
By Jesula Damas3 years ago in Criminal
Studio Audience
As they lower your mother into the ground your attention is caught by something else. You shouldn’t allow this to happen. Your mother, barely elderly has died suddenly in a way that still leaves you with questions. But you are drawn to the sight of your wife at the corner of your eye. She stands beside you in a flowing gray dress that is almost nearly white. You watch her toss a rose onto your mother’s coffin with the same grace she does everything else. You can picture her pushing a metal cart down the aisles of the local grocery store wearing that same dress. You wonder why of all things she chose to wear it. Finally, you stop wondering only to begin fixating. On her, the dress, the open-toed heels, the fact that she despised your mother—the sharp manicured nails that pinch your palm when she reaches for your hand. You take her hand because you don’t want to offend her. While you were beside yourself with grief, your wife, who scares you sometimes, organized your mother’s funeral in a heartbeat.
By Jesula Damas3 years ago in Families