Blind by John Wentworth Chapin

“Global horseshit is what it is,” she said at the television newscaster, pressing ice cubes down into her glass of chardonnay which was freshly poured from the sweating magnum beside her, seven more like it chilling in the fridge out in the garage next to the enormous garbage can which eschewed recycling due to economic restraints of her gated golf course community.


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2 responses to “Blind by John Wentworth Chapin

  1. Quite the contradiction! Well done.

  2. guy

    A barbecue skewer through the gated-compound set. I like the opening line.

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