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spilled moonshine
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four empty glass jars of moonshine sat beside the frame of the bed; one was spilled over on the floorboards and another sat half empty in his hand. he was facing the wall as he took another drawn out chug of the liquid that was finished in only two gulps and snickered; the kind that turned into a cough and ended in a dreary-eyed smile.
i stood in the door-frame of his bedroom that i've been staying in with him for a while now. he used the money from his moonshine and cherry business to get me new clothes and anything i needed to live comfortably with him. i even learned how to grow a small garden of vegetables out of some makeshift soil he learned as a kid since the kind in the underground was hardly good enough to produce a sprout.
stumbling over his feet with each step and slurring his speech that spit words of disgust and loath at me, he stopped right before having the chance to step on my own. the enormity of his figure hovered over mine and for once, it made me feel afraid of him. i dug my fingernails into the palm of my hand and bit the inside of my cheek until i tasted iron as i tried hiding the fear in the eyes that threatened to cry and the body that started to shake the longer he looked down at me with the gaze that brought back an overwhelming wave of nostalgia.
i knew what was coming-and now the face i thought i knew became a face that passed by the kid begging for chance at life on the same city streets all those years ago.
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