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All the Old Haunts by Chris Lynch [Excerpt]

All the Old Haunts by Chris Lynch [Excerpt]

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Published by OpenRoadMedia
Ten stunning short stories explore the dark and light sides of teenage life

By turns suspenseful and absorbing, wrenching and poignant, these ten short stories illuminate love, loss, and betrayal: A young man must come to terms with his alcoholic father; a teen girl faces an unexpected pregnancy; and a brother must confront his evil twin. An exploration of sexuality threatens disaster, while a love triangle leaves its biting mark. With these masterful tales, Lynch leaves the reader thinking about his characters long after his stories end.
Ten stunning short stories explore the dark and light sides of teenage life

By turns suspenseful and absorbing, wrenching and poignant, these ten short stories illuminate love, loss, and betrayal: A young man must come to terms with his alcoholic father; a teen girl faces an unexpected pregnancy; and a brother must confront his evil twin. An exploration of sexuality threatens disaster, while a love triangle leaves its biting mark. With these masterful tales, Lynch leaves the reader thinking about his characters long after his stories end.

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FOGHORN
IMPRESSIONS.Caesar’s father, Victor, has an impression of him.Caesar’s got an impression of his father, too. Victor is a used-to-be-drunk but now he’s a recovered, round-the-clock soberunbearable nervous twelve-step pain-in-the-hole who addshis own thirteenth step to the AA deal because these daysnothing is intense enough for him. Victor’s step thirteen is,for all the life you pissed away those many years in the bottle, you have to rededicate yourself to choking the hell out of thelives around you, probably with some kind of freak notion of getting back some of what you wasted. Caesar doesn’t really appreciate Victor’s occupation or his avocation, security guard and church deacon, which the kid says both amount toabout the same thing. “Sobocop” is a thing Caesar called hisdad sometimes. He isn’t a for-real cop, but he is for-realsober and wears that part of himself like a sheriff’s tin star. Inreality he was a roving security guard, going where he wastold by the outfit that supplied him with the badge and theflashlight but no, absolutely not, no gun. Victor has a big ol’heart that you can practically hear ticking, and never goesanywhere without his nitroglycerin pills. All that, in Caesar del Negro’s opinion, explains theabsence of any mother in the house. She hung for all the boozing, which she had no problem with. It was the one yearof bitchin’ sobriety that blew her out.He’s a soft-spoken sober, Victor is. Like he’s
 
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apologizing all the time, for being good. When he was bad he was loud, he was a force, he was a foghorn. People weredrawn to the foghorn, they followed it. Nobody follows a whisper.In Caesar’s opinion, Victor’s volume control wasattached backward. Victor’s opinion of his son goes about like this:“What are you gonna do, Caesar?”Caesar is sitting on the edge of his bed, headhanging, long black hair falling like a curtain between themas the son ties his shoes. He finishes tying, dangles in thatposition anyway.“Caesar. Look at me, Caesar.”Slowly the kid pulls himself back to upright position.His head is slushy and hot from the upside-down. He smilesat this, and drops down for more.It’s not like he’s never heard it all before anyway.“Pick your head up and look at your father,” Victorsays evenly.Caesar does as he’s told because, despiteimpressions, he is a good boy, and his every impulse is, as ithas always been, to do what he is told to the best of hisability. Victor looks at Caesar’s face, peeking out betweentwin sheets of fine middle-parted hair. “You got so many pimples now, Caesar. You gotta cut your hair, or at least get itoff your face somehow. You got such a great face in there, y’know? Thank god you come out like your mom that way.But don’t spoil it.”

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