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ALPHABET SOUP STORIES: E is for Eddie

And the Band Played On Eddie had never been one for gardening. At the end of his shift at the mill, all he wanted was a couple of cold ones while he sat in front of the TV, watching the … Continue reading

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ALPHABET SOUP STORIES: C is for Cassandra

Cassandra Miller had just settled her two girls in front of the TV, giving each a bowl of dry Cheerios to munch on, when there was a knock at the front door. She looked through the small peephole and saw … Continue reading

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ALPHABET SOUP STORIES: B is for Ben

“Hey, Mikey, see that blonde over there, the one sporting the big rack? She’s giving you the eye, buddy.” Jack finished tying the laces of his bowling shoes and pointed toward the blonde getting ready to bowl in lane four. … Continue reading

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The Cruelest Month

“Humans are right. April is the cruelest month.” “What’s wrong, Snagthistle?” asked Thornbriar. “My numbers are down. You know how He gets when we don’t meet our quotas.” “His Eminence realizes suicides and murders dip in spring. The monkeys taste … Continue reading

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The World of Henry Frick

Long considered a crank, friends of Henry Frick laughed at his wild imaginings. Even his wife, Alice, after enduring decades of conspiracy theories, turned a deaf ear to whatever fantasy enthralled him at a given moment. Homeland Security no longer took … Continue reading

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A Place for Everything

The suitcase lay open on the bed. Studying its dimensions, Malcolm frowned. He’d never been good at packing. That had been Monica’s specialty. A place for everything, everything in its place, she would say, diamond ring flashing as she’d strategically … Continue reading

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Once…

There used to be parties here, wonderful parties. Beneath bright chandeliers, beautiful girls and handsome men once danced with gay abandon, their peals of laughter floating out into the cool, velvety darkness. That was before the Great Conflict. Now the … Continue reading

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Especially Him…

His head bowed low, the man hurried through the door, desperate to avoid the notice of his wife and children. He didn’t want them to see his face. His wife, a strong woman and not easily deceived, followed him into … Continue reading

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The Great Gamal

Sheik Gamal, young, handsome, rich and used to commanding his little corner of the world, knelt in the grass, concentrating with all his might. His car failed to appreciate his greatness; it sat unresponsive on the side of the road, … Continue reading

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Hearts in Africa

“Hey, Gram, who is this?” asked Samantha, studying the yellowed photo she held in her hands. Sam was home from college for the weekend. She was helping Joan get the house ready for sale; it involved going through all the … Continue reading

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