The Confessor of Littlefield

The Confessor of Littlefield by R.J. Hoffman My language creates itself. It is reason. My intellect controls through my will but it gives into mood. All circumstances are circumscribed by my emotions. Yet, the existential coincidences that bind me to Being contain the ingredients of my own catharsis. The internal person seeks association with others,…

#36 The Confessor of Littlefield: Gestures

A few months passed before Bill saw Clara pull into the salvage yard again. She had a friend from Chicago to introduce to Bill. Vida was lean and defined, about 5 ft 7 and 140 pounds. His father was Chinese, his mother Mexican. He was in his early 30s, assertive when he spoke, and moved…

#27 The Confessor of Littlefield: In the Headlights

A Drive In Theater was erected across the street from the salvage yard in the Spring of 1948, the same year the Hapflik’s moved to Littlefield. In the early 1950’s, on warm nights Bill would walk the mile and half to the Drive In and slip through a fence in the far back corner. After…

#19 The Confessor of Littlefield

This installment is 5000 words, more than twice the avg. of the prior installments. When I read this back the sequences seem to flow pretty fast, while revisiting the themes that are important to Adam. The tone is a little rough by design to show the middle aged man who has purged himself of the…

We Had Issues

She pretends to see me but when she hears me I see anxiety in her skin   Does my impression hurt me the more times you say that I am a Being for the wrong reasons?   She asks her reflection: Is your Being important enough to see it rather than as something else if…