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Jacqueline Cioffa
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The Vast Landscape
Literature & Fiction
Author Insight
SNOW DRIFTS
Truth sitting in raw, gut wrenching, heartbreaking, powerless fiction. The white blinding, all encompassing love, no matter the cost or the weight remains. my truth, his truth. Little girls grow up forever true loving their daddy's.
Book Excerpt
The Vast Landscape
“Hi, Daddy.” He musters a fake grin back. She sits at the empty table and grabs his trembling hand. “We’re busting you out. It’s Christmas Eve Daddy, you can come home.” He nods drooling, unsure he gets what the hell is going on. Harrison knows that look, far too well. It’s the same pretend happy face she uses, and gets away with. Not with him though, never with him. He knows her too well. On this night, he doesn’t even notice. He’s too fucked on meds, he gets a free pass. Some say he lost his mind; suicidal, depressed, manic, and psychotic. Locked up by choice, shock treatments his last resort. They help, the first time around. Nothing much helps after that, and her Daddy is lost, trapped inside a broken mind, for good. Harry scans the room, holding tight to father’s hand. Harry despises physical intimacy, but with him she doesn’t mind. Her mom is giving Bob, the old guy with the HOLE(Hello, GROSS. Can’t they cover that shit up? Poor Bob, nice man.) in his throat, wrapped Grisham books. He smiles and writes a note to say thanks, and Merry Christmas. His wife died, he’s depressed. Who the fuck wouldn’t be?! Bob has a fucking hole in his throat, his wife is dead and it’s Christmas. Seems pretty normal to me. In that shithole, stale, sterile, horrendous place, where they lock you up and strip away your dignity. Sounds a lot like the real world to me, the vast landscape of insanity. Despair reeks of crazy, palpable sadness. Couldn’t they jazz the place up? There’s hot boy, confined to his wheelchair. Looks like Tom Cruise, “Top Gun” total hotness. Hotter than Tom Cruise, can you say smoking,’ even in the loony bin, paralyzed and locked up? Fuck yeah, you can. He’s depressed, wheelchair forever bound, fucking motorcycles. No one EVER comes to visit. Eighteen days Harrison stayed home that year, and no one came. Not a soul, she counted. She’d wave and he’d wave back, hiding his face in shame. She’d give him her prettiest smile, and mean it. Freaks like him and her, have got to stick together. Harry’s dad? He went home eventually, but he never got out.
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