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Traveling Companions

“You’ve got spunk, kid, I’ll grant you that,” said the grizzled old man, watching the boy jump onto the boxcar just as it gathered speed. The boy, thirteen and covered with grime, said nothing, content to stare at the old man while moonlight … Continue reading

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Do You Believe in Ghosts?

“Do you believe in ghosts, Mimi?” asks Josh, his blue eyes curious. I love this boy, and a smile comes easily to my face. “What a question! What makes you ask?” “Mom says there’s no such thing, but I think … Continue reading

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Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Mowing the Lawn

“Charlie, are you feeling okay?” I sighed, and rolled over on my side. I could feel Franny’s eyes burrowing into my back, but I couldn’t work up the energy to care. “Charlie? Well, you might answer me. I don’t know … Continue reading

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ALPHABET SOUP STORIES: A is for Adelaide

Adelaide inhaled the calming nicotine, then tapped the cigarette against the glass rim of the ashtray. Smoking was a filthy habit and one she should give up. But not this weekend, she thought, bringing the cigarette once more to her … 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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Cruising Altitude

Joanna looked out the jet’s window as it achieved cruising altitude, enjoying briefly the fantasy of existing between two worlds. Heaven and earth. Heaven? The arbiter of her better instincts laughed. Only a fool believes heaven is for the likes of … Continue reading

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Bedtime

He placed a gentle kiss on top of her silvery head, then roughly wiped at his tears with the heel of his hand. “So, old girl, the doc says our journey’s over and it’s time for us to part.” His … 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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The Pilot

With hands tightly folded, I listen to the doctor’s words – words that will forever change my life. “I’m sorry… a stroke… it’s very bad,” he says, speaking slowly as if to a child, concerned that grief is drowning out … Continue reading

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