” It’s legal on the other line, I should grab this…. Yep, I’ll call you back.
Hello?
Yes, I remember. Diane from legal. How can I help you?
You need me to spin what?!?
Yes, sure. By end of business. I’ll see what I can do.”
Oh my god. They want me to make the deaths of forty people seem like a small price for progress. A chemical spill. Christ. The media will eat us alive if I don’t get this right. Fuck. I need a raise.
And because of the EPA’s oversight, the corporation’s behavior was sanctioned.
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Lessons on Love
”I am a rock, I am an island.” I identified with Simon and Garfunkel’s lyrics so thoroughly that I believed my poetry and my books were all I needed. But then you swam my channel and invaded my island. Together we tore down my fortress and built a chateau. You made me remember that passion and excitement are real, not just words in my memory. I’ve traded my shroud of snow for one of burial. Thank you, Zaroff. You taught me that love isn’t the most dangerous game you can play. Welcome to my Ship-Trap.
By Lisa Geiger3 years ago in Fiction
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