Splathouse Fiction: Nice And Safe(tm)

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This started with an old man who was at a diner I went to regularly once a week. He was in his 80s, his daughter worked there. We'd always share a joke or the news. I didn't know his name, just called him Hoss. He loved chewing tobacco and jesus and his daughter. He was a carpenter.

Splathouse Fiction: Nice And Safe(tm)@splathousefic.bsky.social · 20h ago

Sometimes I think "wow you have been a pall bearer a lot" and then I remind myself I can think of no higher honor than holding those I love one last time. Your legs might have failed you, but I won't friend. Not today, not ever. Of course I will carry you. As ever.

They say when people die they're but memories, but over the course of my life I've come to find that false. I carry my dead with me. A pendant my father gave me. Knowledge of trees and the woods from my grandfather. Biscuits, cooking, conversation and the value of a cig from my grandmothers.

Hop out the time cube in a fashion so beguiling and esoteric that the sun reflects off my pendant, blinding the demi-urge who misses the shot on the grassy knoll. JFK survives, disbands the CIA and divorces Jackie O. He marries Marilyn, and she becomes the First Bad Bitch Lady in office.

my favorite memory of working the stores so far is a bunch of upper management were around and they were like "JACK! WHAT DO YOU THINK OF NEW YORK!" "I like that mumdani fella, he's doing real good for them yankees" "MAMDANI!" and they just busted into bragging about what a good muslim he was.