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Wilson NJ
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Micro-Fiction, Wilson NJ
“Stop The War”
Both the young teenager and the old officer were terribly embarrassed as the Police cruiser careened through some of Wilson’s earliest paved roads. -
Micro-Fiction, Wilson NJ
“Mark’s Neighbors”
They hadn’t really shaken off the courtroom yet as they drove down one of New Jersey’s last remaining ‘back-roads’.
There’s a strange lasting feeling of uneasiness you get when you spend the day going through the motions of a process that isn’t your own. Rebecca’s high heels lay under the passenger seat and her husband’s tie was undone and sitting sloppily on his neck. She looked out the widow as he drove, seeing what she could of the cornfields in the thick darkness. He had forced her to move out here and for someone who grew up in New York, it’s silence that makes your hair stand up. -
Micro-Fiction, Wilson NJ
“Making A Left On Tennent Rd”
Let’s be honest: Wilson was, is, a boring place. It seemed like someone took the Manhattan grid, ripped its soul out, and over the old brownstones and tenements built uniform McMansions and tract homes. Yes, soulless–that’s a good word for the place; a suburb where the New York businessmen kept their things and their families […]
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Micro-Fiction, Wilson NJ
“A Flyer”
Everyone one on Broadway Road (which wasn’t particularly broad) locked their doors and had for many years now, after the thrill of the suburbs’ safety was destroyed by certain events which maybe I’ll explain in a later post. However, a lock is either locked or unlocked, there’s no in-between, no degrees of locked-ness. But, somehow, […]
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Micro-Fiction, Wilson NJ
“The Greenest Grass”
It was a brand new house. With the changing needs and wants of former city dwellers, it became easier to tear down Wilson, New Jersey’s McMansions and build new ones, rather than resell old ones once their former inhabitants went looking for upgrades. The grass was also brand new and it’s smell seeped in through […]
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Micro-Fiction, Wilson NJ
“Wong’s”
Wong’s Chinese Restaurant was only a few steps away from the bus stop that brought so many New Jerseyans home from their jobs in New York City. It was next to a liquor store and represented one of three destinations for commuters getting off the bus (the third was home). It was a quiet place […]
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Micro-Fiction, Wilson NJ
“The Legend of Tommy and Marissa”
He learned the legend when he was supposed to be learning English. Or Chemistry. Or Geometry. Whatever class it was, it had been less enticing then smoking pot out in the woods that surrounded Wilson High School (and the few other parts of Wilson that humans hadn’t found yet). His friend, John, was–even before the […]
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Micro-Fiction, Wilson NJ
“School Reunion”
His eyes moved rapidly in and out of focus like an automatic camera being turned on for the first time. He had come to refer to it as ‘emotional vertigo’. Though she forgot the flashlight and, though it was dark, he knew the hallways which had once—for four years—been his world, like he knew the […]
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Micro-Fiction, Wilson NJ
“The Main Street at Wilson”
Most New Yorkers, upon hearing the name “Wilson, New Jersey”, would think you were talking about a shopping center. About THE shopping center. The same is true of the city’s numerous tributaries throughout Long Island and even the Garden State itself; ‘Main Street at Wilson’ was where you went back-to-school shopping for clothes, celebrated good-grades […]
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Micro-Fiction, Wilson NJ
“Wilson, New Jersey”
The Battle of Wilson had raged on for several decades. It was never much of a competition and at the time of this writing the outcome of the war has been largely decided. The name of the town itself is the most telling sign of one sides defeat, but I’ll get to that in a […]
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