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Ode to Johnny Sunset

He was six foot four, and mean and trim He had a scar which traveled eye to chin Carrot hair with eyes blue ice But the ladies thought him mighty nice All aflutter, they’d gather round And welcome Johnny Sunset … Continue reading

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Miss West Virginia

She stared at what was left of her martini, idly swirling the remains with a toothpick weighted with olives. Rick, her favorite bartender, quietly polished glasses at the other end of the bar, knowing not to disturb her. It had been a long … Continue reading

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The Toy Patrol

“Barb, where are the car keys?” he asked, watching her decide what to wear. She frowned. The keys were where they always were – resting in the ignition of the pink convertible. Her pink convertible. Everything they owned was hers … Continue reading

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Vocal Dissonance

I’m a pilot. After being married to Kurt for ten years, I’d learned to fly carefully. Every day was a journey into the unknown, flying by the seat of my pants, navigating unexpected turbulence. I’d become a master at keeping … Continue reading

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We Do Apologize

It was a somber day in Gotham City. The skies, a metallic, leaden gray, were threatening rain. Dick Grayson, former Boy Wonder, walked aimlessly about the cemetery. Life was a bitch sometimes. He shook his head, unsure what life would … Continue reading

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Novocain

Arlene rubbed her forehead, trying to smooth away the worry lines forming there. She wasn’t sure how she was going to pay all these bills; the money Buck gave her each week never seemed to cover everything. It was her … Continue reading

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The Last Yodel

Blame it on the insomnia – that damned inability of mine to sleep through the night. I’ve always been a creature of the hours after midnight.  It’s the reason I ended up at The Last Yodel, staring at that damned … Continue reading

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Second Star to the Right…

No matter what Captain Kirk says, it isn’t space that’s the final frontier. It’s age. I’ve been a resident at the Barrie Retirement Home for fifteen years now. I spend my time reading, doing crossword puzzles, playing cards with the … Continue reading

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Sleeper on the Loose

“What do you mean we’ve got a Sleeper on the loose? Christ, Lowenstein, how the hell did that happen?” I sighed and ran a hand through my short purple hair. “Look, if I knew the answer to that question, do … Continue reading

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An Errant Star

I’ve never been one to sugarcoat the facts. I’m a realist. Or was… Until that damned mirror showed up. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s start at the beginning – I’ll let you be the judge. The truth is … Continue reading

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