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Duke's Av's by

Jim Wisneski

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March 15, 2009 – 8:12 am

The damn glasses were back on the table when I woke up this morning.

Black aviators.

The lenses so dark you can’t see through the fronts of them.

Did I pick them up and try them on? No way. No thanks.

hose glasses were on the face of Jimmy “Duke” Ryder, a serial killer who was shot to

death by the police.

How do I know this?

What, you can’t take my word? Ah, I’m kidding you.

I wouldn’t believe me either. I’ve lied,

cheated, and stole my whole life. It’s a good story, my life –

maybe someday I’ll tell it.

Anyways, back to Duke (and the damn sunglasses). To make it simple, kind of, I saw Duke kill

someone. Point blank shot, right between the eyes – just like a cow or something. I didn’t mean

to see it, but I was drinking like a fishy and had to take a leak and the stalls were full so I went

out back just in time to see poor Francis have his brains splattered against the back of the bar.

Duke looked at me, wearing the same damn aviators that were on my damn table this morning

and grabbed me. By the time I got my zipper up and got my eyes straight (thank you Jack Daniels)

I was hog tied with a sock in my mouth.

o make it simple again, Duke took me to his house to torture me but the cops busted in and

shot him to death. That whole thing is a story in itself. Maybe someday I’ll tell it.

When they rolled

Duke out, they never covered his face. He was wearing the black aviators

that are staring at me

right now.

Two days later the damn things show up in my apartment unannounced and each time

I crush them, burn them, garbage disposal them, or drive them thirty miles into the desert to bury

them in the sand, they come back.

It’s like a damn mystery. A mystery that’s starting to piss me

off a little.

If it’s Duke’s way of haunting me, I mean, come on, I had nothing to do with him getting

pinched by the cops. I was just some drunk guy taking a piss, ya know?

Anyways, I’m going to toss these sunglasses in the river today. Let them float away.

March 17, 2009 – 7:23 pm

hey came back. But I fixed it. It’s all better now. There was a reason. A purpose. I just didn’t

see it because I couldn’t see before.

As soon as I put the glasses on everything became clear.

I could see what I was meant to see.

When the mailman knocked at my door with a package, he made me mad. I didn’t like how

he knocked. So I knocked him.

The woman next door to me with the finch that talks all

day. . . they’re

both quiet now.

These glasses are great, they really are. I’m so glad they

came back to me.

I’m so glad I put them on.

I know I’m not supposed to see you right now because of what happened between us, but these

glasses make me feel like a whole new person. So......

I’m on my way.

Jim is the mastermind behind countless short stories, novellas, and novels. He also writes music. He

doesn’t sleep, drinks lots of coffee, and listens to lots of Guns n’ Roses. His main site to keep track of

all this fun stuff is Writers ‘n Writers

www.writersnwriters.blogspot.com