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Man at the helm

Aeon Tuller September 01, 2016 Chapters Leave a Comment

But ‘gargantuan’ starts with a G. I don’t have any more G’s. Barbara said this as much to herself as anyone else. She did that thing she always did with her share of the yellowing, chipped tiles, moving them around in both hands and letting them make little click-clack sounds.

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Brand new gig

Aeon Tuller August 11, 2016 Scenes Leave a Comment

Their parents are old and frail. Their jobs are varied and demanding. Their collective geo-positions at any given time are a sparse matrix draped over a space the size of the planet. Their ongoing, mutually-exclusive elder-care opt-out game – that’s what I’d call it – has yielded no nash equilibrium

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