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Organ - Chapter 16

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ORGAN Chapter Sixteen The time for hoping had expired, and the sleepless night left her hungry from results. Mary was going to call Boothe and reach out for more help than she was getting from the failing police of their decaying town. In her mind Boothe knew Oscar very intimately before his last breakaway from his usual self and therefore might be able to offer some inkling of insight into her sons whereabouts. Her disdain for the doctor as a man was obvious to the mother from their various unpleasant phone calls and meetings, his tendency to break her rhythm of thought with useless reassurances that sounded as hollow as she suspected they are left her feeling utterly out of the loop in regard to her sons care before his escape. After cleaning herself up from the previous day’s sweat and stress that laced her body like a disgusting oily sheen, she flicked on the kettle and poured an unmeasured volume of instant coffee grounds into a mug before finding her phone. Thankfully, she did re...
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Organ - Chapter 15

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ORGAN Chapter Fifteen Mary was beside herself; Oscar had not only slipped through her fingers and back into the dangers that would plague him, both in her mind and in reality, but her son assaulted an officer right at the doorstep of their family home. This was not her son. The grieving mother kept repeating this to herself as the evening grew cold and baron with light, it was hours before another police officer showed up to darken her door. The knock woke her from the various nightmarish threatening daydreams that clung to her aura, like blood thirsty mosquitoes on a perspiring face.  “Good evening Mrs Rubens” the attending officer said as he stepped confidently into her home without invitation.  “Have you heard anything? Has Oscar been found?” she began unloading her questions before it even crossed her mind to greet the man with the shiny badge of power, his thick, uneven brow furrowed momentarily but the reality was that this woman was not a criminal, and her son was likel...
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Organ - Chapter 14

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ORGAN Chapter Fourteen The sound of rain often calmed Oscar, that morning it sounded like nails being driven into a tin coffin, the porch canopy bounced the noise across the house, and it had woken him from the now regular lifeless nightmares that infest his dreams. The smell downstairs was toast and strong coffee, the way Mum liked it he thought rolling over, for a moment Oscar even forgot what had caused him to feel so shitty in the first place, but then the ache found him to greet him good morning, it let out the stab of awareness that kept him locked into the ongoing saga. He rolled out of bed and pawed around for his phone, forgetting of course that it was still sitting dead in his bag downstairs, the realisation did not bother him all that much, who was he going to call him anyway, Katie did not have his number after all, and she was the only other person aware he was alive. After brushing his teeth and making his way downstairs, he saw his mother in her pyjamas working away at s...
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Organ - Chapter 13

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ORGAN Chapter Thirteen Gazing down, attempting to be inconspicuous, Oscar noted the minutes that had passed since he had cross the street from the hospital car park that appeared seemingly impassable before that sweat producing day, not from the weather mind you, from the sudden expulsion of movement and activity to get him to that spot. That bus stop curb side stood erect beside a white detailed piece of metal detailing the timetables for various public bus routes, it broke up the miles of stretching rock and blackened tarmac that otherwise gave him a headache of similar environmental anxiety.  But the minutes continued to crawl with agonising gradualness that would send a brown hair, white and a white hair shedding to the floor with age. It had been gloomy the days before but today felt different above his hooded head, the air was dense enough to bite with static, perhaps a pending storm he thought to himself as the sky flittered from dark heavy cloud to breaking of sunshine whit...
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It's Not Done.

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After 22 long painful years, Arsenal are premier league champions. We are the best of the best in England and nobody can take that away from us, as much as many seem intent on trying to do, we are the champions of England. It has been 22 years, I was 10 years old when Arsenal last won a league title and since then have been subjected to the horrors this agonisingly beautiful game can create. I saw Arsenal beaten in a champions league final under suspect circumstances, I worked at the BBC for Match of the Day when Arsenal lost 8-2 to Man United, I cried when Birmingham beat us to the league cup and I stared helplessly at the screen as Aaron Ramsey and Eduardo suffered bone breaking horror injuries from tackles intended to physically harm them. I lived through years of ridicule from other fans, decades of agony as we became nearly men and finally.....finally.....after 22 years, I will see my team lift the trophy they so rightfully deserve.  I cried when the final whistle blew at Bour...
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