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#7 The Confessor of Littlefield: The Wiper and the Blade

My own persona is building itself into the greater circle of John Hapflik, Bill Dinklpfuss, and this small Great Lakes

The story advances. The Homunculus Knows Its Place Along the back of the condemned lot on the corner of Old

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“Those who make antithesis by forcing words are like those who make false windows for symmetry. Their rule is not

Ghosts In the Junkyard At night Bill continued to write short stories. Ghosts In the Junkyard,” he called them. All

A few months passed before Bill saw Clara pull into the salvage yard again. She had a friend from Chicago

If it weren’t for the devastating attacks on Christian prejudice by so many of Virgie’s friends Bill would’ve been tempted

Mellow Bill’s horse was aging. Mellow was a chestnut quarter horse mare with a grumpy but affectionate disposition. Bill loved

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Bill was called to the scene of an auto accident late one unseasonably warm December afternoon in 1968, and when

After coming home from the war, John continued to strip cars despite the colostomy bag he now tucked in a

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John advanced in the army corps through three years and became a second lieutenant in an army guerrilla training unit