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Travelin’ Dan never met a stranger, but he never made a long term friend, either. He could shoot the bull with anyone, about anything. As long as it didn’t get personal. As long as no one said, “Where you from, … Continue reading
A text came at 6 AM. It said “I’m ready.” Translated, that meant that she was up and when daylight came would be dressed and ready to walk. I texted back an “OK” and dragged out my walking shoes. I … Continue reading
“I know you’re a serious Broadway star,” he said. “Serious. I get it.” He paused. “But I was serious when I said we perform in our underwear. I play the uke in my skivvies. The cello player does, too. Well, … Continue reading
In her own house, her husband had been watching CNN all day in a state of outrage about some piece of news. Next door, she could hear Ralph watching Fox News and she was sure that Ralph would be in … Continue reading
She moaned in ecstacy as she read the menu. “They have mashed potatoes and gravy with their hamburgers,” she whispered. She leaned over the table and smiled, “Mashed potatoes are like heroin to me.” I didn’t want to reveal myself … Continue reading
The email was a blur. She blinked several times in a effort to focus her eyes. She took her glasses off and looked at them to be sure they were the right glasses. Yes. She put the glasses back on … Continue reading
“Thanks for inviting me,” the email said. It followed with, “Will it be okay if I bring my music? You’ll love it!” That’s what happens when you invite your boss to something. You have to say yes to whatever he … Continue reading
The rain was unrelenting. Even on the high ground where Steffi lived, there was standing water and her basement was oozing, leaking. She frantically carried everything she could to the 2nd floor. In the basement she grabbed up all 7 … Continue reading
Those people who live across the street – in that house with green shutters – go to church on Saturday. I forget the name of that religion. I’ll think of it in a minute. Anyway, the lady who lives there … Continue reading