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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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Just Ten Minutes

Just ten minutes! Please! Waking abruptly, I’m bewildered by the light spilling through the window. What time is it, I wonder, looking past Joe to the clock on the nightstand. Nine o’clock! He’ll be late for school! Tossing on my … Continue reading

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Diversions

It began innocently: the little trysts, occasional diversions, that quickly became something more. Theirs was a secret romance, one that softened the harsh edges of her desperate life. Before meeting him, that life had been a string of gray, hopeless … 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: 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: 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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Variety is the Spice of Life

It’s hard to be faithful. Isn’t variety the spice of life? That’s what Jake had always thought – at least until he’d met his Angela. When he first laid eyes on her, he knew he had to change his cheating … 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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Boys Will Be Boys

From the start, Enid realized there was something not quite right about Ralphie, but her husband, George, always looked the other way, saying “Boys will be boys.” Later, psychologists attributed the worsening changes in Ralphie’s behavior to George’s sudden, unexpected demise; … 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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