Human Accounting

Russ grabbed his brother, spun him around and hugged him. Under his breath he said, "Thank God you're okay." A reluctant breeze swayed the yellowed, ruffled kitchen curtains and cigarette smoke swirled around the dingy room. Russ then pushed Jackson back and slugged him. Jackson flew back, knocking over the kitchen table. Mother's crystal salt … Continue reading Human Accounting

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