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The Short Stories of W.T. Pfefferle: Mister Vegas
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Walking a tightrope stretched two hundred feet above the casino floor. Just watch them," a voice said over the loudspeakers. "Every one of the little dears without a trace of fear.". Larry waved high up at the girls on the wire. They did the bicycle routine, and then Larry went to his room. Looks like rain clouds. We'll come back in the morning.”. Took the truck back to the place he rented it for 18 bucks and went and cashed the $200 check. It was nice. It was comforting. His father had died when Larry...
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The Short Stories of W.T. Pfefferle: Icy Roads • A Screenplay by David Phalen and W.T. Pfefferle
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Icy Roads • A Screenplay by David Phalen and W.T. Pfefferle. 1 INT BEDROOM EARLY MORNING 1. Want to get married? Neither ERIC nor CELIA show any reaction to this as the MUSIC comes up. 2 EXT PARKING LOT DAY 2. 3 EXT HIGHWAY DAY 3. As CREDITS ROLL, we see a helicopter shot of ERIC and CELIA driving along a coastal highway in the CONVERTIBLE. The shot follows the car as the MUSIC continues to play. 4 EXT CITY HALL DAY 4. 5 INT CITY HALL DAY 5. 6 INT JUSTICE OF THE PEACE'S OFFICE DAY 6. 7 EXT SIDEWALK DAY 7.
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The Short Stories of W.T. Pfefferle: January 2016
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Henry's wife is Sara and she's the reason we've made this trip out of the city into. Every weekend she and my wife Catherine make excursions into the netherworld of shopping, either in the small shops of the village in the city, or sometimes outside the city. Henry and I sit in the car and Henry explains the world to me. We once drove 175 miles to a store where the ladies bought two velvet cowboy paintings. Each. Kenwood is a Canadian company," I say. "Pioneer is made in. How do you like that? I look in ...
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The Short Stories of W.T. Pfefferle: Daily
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Most days I start at the New Wyman, a diner about a mile from our house. It’s an old time diner, where people can still smoke while eating their greasy eggs. I’ve been going to the Wyman for a dozen years. Mike waves at me and wipes his hands on the seat of his houndstooth pants. “You want the regular,” he says, and I give him a thumbs up and sit down at the counter alongside Anderson. Cabbie comes in at. Exactly, gets a Styrofoam cup of of ice and water and slaps. Everyone is in the lottery here. Mi...
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The Short Stories of W.T. Pfefferle: Grease
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Grease, like me, was a huge disappointment as a child. When he was first born, I suffered through the early days, knowing that I could outlast the growing pains of any normal tyke. I knew that once his brain caught up with his huge head, that I’d be ready for him. We’d read. We’d fish in cool mountain streams. We’d unlock the secrets of womanhood, car repair, and cooking with fire. I would see fathers and sons in parks, flying kites, wrestling, bouncing tennis balls on tennis rackets. They all looked...
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The Short Stories of W.T. Pfefferle: Death in Vegas
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He's getting tired," Alex said to Emily, and she was right. The guy had just picked up his chips and was headed for the bar area. Emily reached over, touched Alex quickly on the hip, and then disappeared toward the elevators to pack up their room. It was only about a month before that Larry had actually shown up on her doorstep in Portland. It had been a pneumonia morning with sleeting rain and cold, dark gray clouds swarming in little circles above the city. He told Alex about what had been goin...Alex ...
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The Short Stories of W.T. Pfefferle: Shoppers
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Henry's wife is Sara and she's the reason we've made this trip out of the city into. Every weekend she and my wife Catherine make excursions into the netherworld of shopping, either in the small shops of the village in the city, or sometimes outside the city. Henry and I sit in the car and Henry explains the world to me. We once drove 175 miles to a store where the ladies bought two velvet cowboy paintings. Each. Kenwood is a Canadian company," I say. "Pioneer is made in. How do you like that? I look in ...
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The Short Stories of W.T. Pfefferle: Hard Looks
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I go into my office at the college and just wipe my face with a towel, or wave a manilla folder like a fan in front of me. It's never cool enough. September 12th. What kind of a town is this with the hottest part of summer still here? I look up and out into the hallway and I see Sheryl Borelli, an older lady who teaches British Literature. Yes," I say. Your car is parked backwards out there," she says, pointing vaguely in the direction of the parking lot. Don't let me slow you down," I said as she left.
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The Short Stories of W.T. Pfefferle: Mimi
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She doesn't recognize me at all. I let her in the car a block from Pancake Ranch. She looks in the window for a second, and then opens the door, tosses her backpack in the seat and gets in. 8220;Mimi,” she says. “My name's Mimi, what's yours? 8220;Dunn,” I say. “Hi, Dunn,” she says. 8220;Hi,” I say. I drive another block and I ask her where she's going. She looks at me like she's sizing me up or something. 8220;Chicago,” she says. “Are you going to Chicago? 8220;No. I'm going east.”. 8221; she says.
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