The Frolic Cafe – Chapter 14

 Chapter 14 NOTE: This chapter marks the beginning of Part II of the Frolic Café story. We are...

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The Frolic Cafe – Chapter 14

The Frolic Cafe – Chapter 14

 Chapter 14 NOTE: This chapter marks the beginning of Part II of the Frolic Café story. We are posting unedited first drafts of the chapters in real time. This is risky and embarrassing. Without editing all the mistakes and banal bullshit rises to the top like the...

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The Frolic Cafe – Chapter 13

The Frolic Cafe – Chapter 13

 Chapter 13 NOTE: This chapter marks the end of Part I of The Frolic Café story. We are posting chapters in real time. These are rough drafts with all the trite phrases and stupid mistakes that go with them. I expect to make major changes that I will post along the...

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The Frolic Cafe – Chapter 12

The Frolic Cafe – Chapter 12

 Chapter 12 Dreams. Stories. A boat. A shipwreck. A beach. A man leads a group through a dense forest. They hunt and forage for food. They walk great distances to find shallow spots to cross the rivers. They have no weapons to defend against wild animals and...

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The Frolic Cafe – Chapter 11

The Frolic Cafe – Chapter 11

 Chapter 11 Mac is in the bar with Rick. Rick used to be a dishwasher. Now he’s a bartender. “I can’t believe how quiet it is down here,” says Mac. “Yea, it’s quiet and dark and cool during the day compared to the crowd upstairs,” says Rick. “A great place to hide....

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The Frolic Cafe – Chapter 10

The Frolic Cafe – Chapter 10

 Chapter 10 Forty to fifty people work at the Frolic during the week, most of them part time. Over a year lots of people come and go. Mac gets along with all of them and they get along with him. He’s not one to make waves. It gets a little unwieldy sometimes. The boss...

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The Frolic Cafe – Chapter 9

The Frolic Cafe – Chapter 9

 Chapter 9 Mac has the day off. He sits at one of the window tables in the Coffee Shop. It is his favorite pass time. Across the street he sees Clifford’s mother, Dora. She walks, stooped so far forward that she can hardly see through her thick eyeglasses. She wears a...

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The Frolic Cafe – Chapter 8

The Frolic Cafe – Chapter 8

 Chapter 8 “There is no arc of the moral universe,” says Micah. “If there is, there is no reason to think it bends toward justice. Morality is a human concept and the universe is not human. The ghost dances of the Pomo people did not protect them from evil any more...

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The Tygers of Wrath

The Tygers of Wrath

 NOTE:  At Think in the Morning we are writing and posting a novel, The Frolic Cafe, in real time.  We will edit, add, and subtract from each post as we go so what you read at first may change over time.  This post, The Tigers of Wrath, is a short interlude in the...

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The Frolic Cafe – Chapter 7

The Frolic Cafe – Chapter 7

 Chapter 7 The boss and Brin got married today at the fancy church in town. Mac stands outside the entrance to the Cellar Bar where the reception takes place. It’s Mac’s job to screen everyone who tries to get in to make sure they’ve been invited. He tells the...

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The Frolic Cafe – Chapter 6

The Frolic Cafe – Chapter 6

 Chapter 6 I’m upstairs in my room. I’ve worked at the Frolic for a few months. Earned the respect of the boss and the rest of the staff. It’s late. Micah leaves after cleaning the restaurant. No one is here at this hour. I swing down into the restaurant through a...

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The Frolic Cafe – Chapter 5

The Frolic Cafe – Chapter 5

 Chapter 5 I like to sit in the Cellar Bar after my shift and drink a beer. Sometimes it’s quiet. Sometimes it’s busy. Tonight’s it’s in-between. Big Tony comes in with his girlfriend Darlene. Big Tony has a bushy beard, a head shaped like a pineapple with fat cheeks...

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The Frolic Cafe – Chapter 4

The Frolic Cafe – Chapter 4

 Chapter 4 I walk out onto the back deck behind the dishwasher to smoke a joint. At the top of the stairs to the storage room where I stay Rafan prays to Allah. He is prostrate, oblivious. I don’t get it but it doesn’t bother me. Micah, the Buddhist janitor says he...

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