Looking at the red stippling under the clouds as the sun rose this morning reminded me of Joni Mitchell and “Both Sides Now.” I wonder if the tops of the clouds are lit with red and orange and yellow as the sun comes up. I wonder what colors one could see if human eyes were sensitive to other colors in the spectrum than the ones we are limited to now. If you were in a plane dipping in and out of the clouds, would you be lit with glowing red light?
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She wanted to hold the baby girl, but there was another and another. All waiting in bassinets stretching into the far corners of the room. She touched her as much as possible while changing her diaper – rubbed her arms and tummy, held her hand, stroked her cheek. So many forgotten and unwanted babies needing to be held. She . . .
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Our neighborhood covenants require keeping your trash barrel in the garage or behind a fence. Keeps the neighborhood neat, it does. Yet walking through the garage to the scent of cantaloupe rinds or decaying chicken skin isn’t fun. That’s why I invented the garage deodorant door plugin. Replace one panel of your garage door with this handy plugin and your garage will never stink again. Only $29.59. Order now and get a mini plugin for your bathroom.
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The filing cabinet taunts me. Engorged with unpublished stories, rejection letters, poems meant for only me, clips from magazines that actually bought an article, book contracts, book proposals that never made it. It sits there, asking me – reminding me – that I should see if anything is worth a revisit, see if anything can be fixed.
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The Frog Lady, 8
Ron bounded out the screen door and leapt through the giant petrified frog carcasses. Fear-induced paralysis seemed to afflict him. His movement stopped. He turned an eye to look back and saw the towering silhouette of Marian McBride against the bright backdrop of the sky.
She bent to look at him on the ground. “Nice froggy,” she said, and patted his little head.
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The Frog Lady, 7
The screen door was open. Ron stretched out a languorous finger and pulled. The aroma was stronger in the kitchen. He felt a strange longing to fall to the floor and do nothing but breathe in.
Marian McBride came into the kitchen. “You’re a slow one,” she said. “Did you get lost?”
She appeared huge, menacing. Ron turned to run.
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The Frog Lady, 6
Ron smelled a faint aroma. It was slight, yet powerful. He pressed his nose into the narrow space between two pickets. What was it? Not flowers. Something more earthy, murky.
He put one foot on the silvery pipe of the gas meter and vaulted over the 6 foot fence into the frog covered yard. Ron was aware of the touch of clothing on his skin, the sun on his back, the pressure of teeth against his tongue. He stepped lazily among the frog artifacts and followed the scent.
Ron peered through a screen door into a kitchen.
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The Frog Lady, 5
The cabby stopped and pointed up the street. “Two blocks that way. That’ll be $14.95.”
Ron gave him the 20. He headed up the alley. Most of the houses had 6 foot wooden fences. He could see through the slots between the pickets. When he got to the McBride house there were frog statues everywhere. There was no order or plan to where they were, nothing to make them look decorative. A shallow pond covered with lily pads bulged with frogs like ants in an ant hill.
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The Frog Lady, 4
“The frog lady?” Ron asked the cabby.
“Frogs all over the place. Big frogs, little frogs, nothing but frogs.”
“Have the guys you’ve taken there come out. I mean, did you see them again?”
Ron pulled a 20 from his pocket. “Let me off a couple of blocks before we get there.”
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The Frog Lady, 3
It was hopeless. Ron jumped up. He pushed through people, chairs, desks, and out the door. He looked up Marian McBride on his phone. She was real. She had an address!
He hailed a cab and gave the address to the driver.
“Show me the money,” the cabby said.
“We haven’t even moved yet.”
“That’s the frog lady’s house, mister. I ain’t driving an inch until I know you’ve got money to pay me. I’ve been stiffed by too many guys headed for that place.”
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