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RONAN BARBOUR
the mailman when I got home I took off all my clothes and walked around the house while drinking beer and trying to sing like King Diamond until I heard the mailman come up the walk and then drop something in the box I briefly considered throwing my clothes back on then decided that this would be more interesting so I opened the front door and walked out with nothing on and over to the mailbox got the mail and on the way back to the door I watched the street and houses across it to be sure the thrill was all mine. Ronan Barbour was taken from Canada at age four and left in Santa Clara, California, where his remains would likely be found if he was to suddenly die. His written work has appeared in Literary Vision Magazine, My Favorite Bullet, remark, Thieves Jargon, Unlikely Stories, and Zygote In My Coffee. Contact him at: ronan_barbour@yahoo.com |
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