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By John Haynes
Of the crime-I plead guilty. Mainly because promises from the likes of
you are frankly, hard to swallow. Sometimes you just cant be trusted.
Im not going to lie. I set out to destroy you face to face. I was
going to confront you with every damning doubt I ever had. You were going
to admit your incompetence once and for all. But when that moment came,
all I could do was stand there stupidly in front of you. Suddenly I felt
like Jacob when that angel touched him and made him fall down flat on
his face in the desert. While spitting the sand out of my mouth, all I
could say was- you win again.
John Haynes is a free-lance writer based in
Cincinnati, Ohio. His work has previously been published in the In Posse
Review on WebdelSol, Sendecki.com, Nasty Magazine,and A Virtual Memorial
Magazine. It is also forthcoming in the webzines Lights Out Media, The
Avant Garde Times and in Drought: A Literary Journal. He is currently
working on his first novel, An American Revolution, which is due out in
the fall of 2002.
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