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A bit of snow and moisture in the air made for a fog filled morning. I cranked up the defroster, switched on my headlights, and started off slowly. That’s why I didn’t see . . . Please leave a comment … Continue reading
“Call me Harry,” she said, “Harriet’s a bit much.” She shook my hand with vigor and entered the hall. She glanced around the entryway admiringly, handed me her fedora, and removed a top coat to reveal a man’s tweed suit. … Continue reading
She was aware the instant the woman entered the bar. She turned to watch her approach, smiling and hurrying. The woman stopped mere inches away and said, “Hi, honey.” When the woman kissed her, she kissed her back, realizing at … Continue reading
Driving home at 3 AM, stone sober, from my bar tending job, I saw the whole thing. The person in front of me slowed way down as we were approaching the road work signs. Instead of changing lanes and going … Continue reading
Fueled by anger, she said vicious and hate-filled things that could never be retrieved. She basked in her anger and never caught even a glimmer of the fact that it got her nothing she wanted in return. Please leave a … Continue reading
A room of one’s own – that’s all I need. A writer’s workshop where there’s no TV, no Legos underfoot, no distraction. If I had that, well, then I could write. I could drag words up out of my brain … Continue reading
My favorite show has that woman, that one with dark hair. She was in that other show, you know the one I mean. I can’t think of her name, but I know you’ll know who I’m talking about. Anyway, this … Continue reading
I heard them talking at the next table. Two men in their 50s, wearing dress shirts and good slacks. They were eating quiche. I swear they were planning a murder. One said, “He has to go.” The other man said, … Continue reading
I dreamed I was a griffin with an eagle’s wings to carry me over the mountains and a lion’s claws to lift you away from danger. Then I dreamed that I couldn’t fly at all and I crashed to the … Continue reading