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written by: Ryan Quinn Flanagan


His adversary had been merciless
the way an elevator will never wait for you
and with each step he took his failure was compounded,
this single wad of gum stuck to both the pavement
and his shoe, the undecided vote in a very real sense;
he thought about stopping to scrape it off but then
victory would be assured, why give his adversary
their Waterloo?  And so he kept walking, struggling
to advance the necessary three blocks back
to his apartment.  Where a new hole in the sock
was waiting to make progress on a completely
different front.

Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Ryan Quinn Flanagan

Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a Canadian-born author residing in Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada with his other half and mounds of snow. His work can be found both in print and online in such places as: Evergreen Review, The New York Quarterly, Word Riot, In Between Hangovers, Red Fez, Horror Sleaze Trash, and The Oklahoma Review.
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