Luke Lawson
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I am Luke Lawson
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TALES FROM LAW OFFICES #1
IT WAS HOT, it’s always hot. It was that kind of hot where when you walk down the street, already your back is drenched with sweat and at first little spots start to appear on your shirt and then it turns into a full back puddle of sweat; following you like your shadow.
By Luke Lawson2 years ago in Fiction
THE INTERVIEW
I woke up at five, looked at my watch, then put my head back down and stared for a while at the peeling paint on the set of drawers beside the bed. I was still wearing a shirt and was tangled up in it. I struggled out of it, took it off, and lay back down again, then got up, drank water out of the tap for a while - and then went and lay back down a second time. The job interview was at nine.
By Luke Lawson2 years ago in Fiction
WORRYING
I WAS SITTING at my typer but the words weren’t coming. It’s incredibly difficult to get out of dodge it seems. You know, I wonder how many people get themselves into situations they feel they can’t get themselves out of. The answer, I deliberated, is every, single, person, in, the, world.
By Luke Lawson2 years ago in Fiction
THE MARVELOUS FUCK UP
I’M A MARVELOUS fuckup, I thought to myself as you sometimes do. I mean, I’ve fucked all sorts of things up. I bet you have too, haven’t you? Yes you have. Well, I’m to the point of this adventure in daily misery to remind myself of something good that happened in my life. There’s plenty, of course there is, but the first one that came to mind is the reptile park.
By Luke Lawson3 years ago in Fiction
THE JAB
“THE WORLD IS ENDING, THE WORLD IS ENDING!!!” everybody screamed. People buttoned down the hatches, but it really just meant firing people, and for others it was just generally lessening their loads so to speak. Nobody knew what to do in a time of virus, but do things they did. Ultimately the rich got richer, and with that the stakes became higher for them, and with that came even more misery worrying about keeping it. The poor got to be jealous of that.
By Luke Lawson3 years ago in Fiction
THE BUSINESS
EVERY MORNING IN Melbourne most people descend upon cafes for their morning cup of coffee. They cost around $5.00 each and while nobody really knows why they do it they do it all the same – every morning. Maybe the café has replaced something missing in our society and paying the $5.00 isn’t so much about the cup of coffee as it is seeing someone at the counter regularly, looking at their face, maybe exchanging a quick hello and a ‘how are you?’ and that’s about it. Not many of the cafes even stock the local newspapers anymore. I know for me it was just about feeling like I was still a part of the community in some way. When you have those feelings of loneliness you just want to see someone and even if they don’t speak to you at least you walked somewhere and did something.
By Luke Lawson3 years ago in Fiction
THE DISARONNO
THE NIGHT WAS nice. It was lightly raining outside and not too cold inside. Does everybody like that at night? I think the air smells fresher. So, I decided not to kill myself tonight and maybe do it in the morning instead. I might as well ride out the good times and deal with the bad when they come to pass. They come to pass every morning. Waking up is a terrible thing, sometimes.
By Luke Lawson3 years ago in Fiction
MILK AND FILTERS
IT WAS ANOTHER night at the typer. Writing nothing of value, or even worth if you can separate the two ideas in your head. All the judges wanted to be artists, the coffee makers wanted to be scientists, the children wanted to be whatever made the most money, and the people who were so severely mentally impaired about the whole thing wrote about it and they just wanted to be dead, or at best asleep.
By Luke Lawson3 years ago in Fiction