This Desperate City
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  • Home
  • Blog
  • Publications
    • The Good Fortune of Augusta
    • A Golden Yellow Cage
    • Fountain of Youth
    • Blacksburg Park
    • The Amazing Antoinette
    • That Song
    • Entropy
    • Black and White and Red All Over
    • The Last Blue Sky: Starflight
    • Faces of the Dead Ones
    • The Hard Sell
    • Legacy
    • Clash
    • The Final Sentence
    • Lost and Found
  • Stories
    • Instagram Micro Crime Vol 1
    • Instagram Micro Crime Vol 2
    • Instagram Micro Crime Vol 3
    • Instagram Micro Crime Vol 4
    • Instagram Micro Crime Vol 5
    • Instagram Micro Crime Vol 6 (Current)
    • A Golden Yellow Cage
    • Blondie Walker
    • The Hardest Men
    • The Tyranny Of Defense
  • Webcomics
    • Infinity
    • Extra Sin
    • Stolen Loneliness
  • For All the Thrills
    • TDC & Thrillville Presents: Vic Valentine

Fountain of Youth
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This Desperate City: Fountain of Youth
Freddy’s lips touch the water and I snap a picture. He laughs and flicks me. We sit in the park talking about pain in the seventies and death in the eighties and ask why things didn’t change when Bowie the chameleon challenged what we thought we knew about identity.

​But the Starman’'s light has collapsed and ours is dimming, he reminds me, even though so many others are just now beginning to flare.
He walked towards me, boots crunching fresh snow. 
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