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The Evil Eye

The Evil Eye
Jesse stares into the corner of the wall, thinking that he could see the eye of Sequim. Blinking several times Jesse realizes he’s been staring into the fish eye mirror and directly at himself. His thoughts are loud, and he stares at himself longer in the mirror. Jesse can see a part of himself in every person that came into the store; everyone is stuck or trying to escape. Alcoholism has stopped any progress for all the residents in the neighborhood. What Jesse once saw as medicine he now regards as poison. Escaping Sequim was not an option, those who are stuck drink, and those that can run away.
Turning to the counter, Jesse picks up his bottle and slides in the trash. Quietly Jesse turns to the bottles behind him and starts slamming them all into the garbage can. It is garbage and it is killing the people of Sequim. Jesse cannot stand to be the giver of this non-gift; he is appalled he has done so for so long.

Sticky fluids drip from the bottom of the can; Jesse watches the slow drops hit the linoleum.

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