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Bye Bye Blackbird

Carter Johnson quad-caned his way out to his patio with a glass of whiskey and water in his hand, ice cubes tinkling like piano notes as he did his damnedest not to spill a drop. The cane steadied his unsteady gait. The whiskey had been measured out parsimoniously by Carter’s wife, Olivia. In her mind, a weak drink or two wouldn’t hurt her husband, and it might help him wrap his head around his situation of diminished verbosity and mobility… [ read more ]

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