Rhett Gentile
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Timing Is Everything
Timing is everything. I repeated that to myself in my head, changing the inflection each time. Timing is everything. Timing is everything. If I was flexible enough I would have kicked myself. The wind whispered to me in the dark, timingiseverything. As it blew her hair rustled, very close to me. We both were looking up at the twinkling lights, the opalescent moon.
By Rhett Gentile4 years ago in Fiction
To Be A Landmine
Stepping on a landmine is a shot of espresso poured straight onto your brain stem, boiling and loud. You've never experienced this before, but it's singular- there can be no other explanation, no other possible combination of happenings that leads to this event. There is a click that echoes in your rib cage, and then a deafening nothing as the rest of the universe pinwheels around your foot and the All Beef Quarter-Pounder made of explosives resting twenty-six inches below the end of your femoral artery.
By Rhett Gentile4 years ago in Fiction
Strike That
Vasily’s lungs are minting death sentences faster than Berya could ever, even in the prime of his youth and Soviet Vigour. No hand could flash faster than the tick of the dosimeter in the meat of his body, each snowflake a betrayal of the Socialist Dream. He reeks of the terror of death, rifle-less in front of a Nazi battalion. He blinks horrified against the snow that cascades from the ruins of his future.
By Rhett Gentile4 years ago in Fiction
