“Listen, Kid- some free advice. Let Ella go. This is messy. You stand to lose everything.”

Rummy pulled a lighter from his jacket pocket, a beautiful piece of equipment fashioned in Art Deco style. As the wheel hit stone, a flame lit darkness. I held my breath. Butane. Rummy’s eyes narrowed. He focused on the task at hand, toasting the foot of a Cuban Cohiba.

~ Rummy and Roy: Part Two

Ardua Pier


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Anna Watson

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      1. I struggle with cultural appropriation in the 60s. Sometimes, I omit words and try to find the language to show the meaning and the effect. Writing is difficult. To find the right word…

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