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The floor tile guy arrived at my door with his helper beside him. The helper was a woman in her 20s. She was tank-topped and tattooed with a do rag on her head and ripped jeans on her skinny bottom. … Continue reading
I proudly pasted the little “I voted” sticker on my shirt and left the polling place. I wanted to wear it to meet my friend for coffee. She took pride in never voting. She said she was finished with the … Continue reading
She was a fabulous storyteller. Vivid language, great engagement with her listeners, a dab of acting the part thrown in. She could enthrall. But she didn’t know when to stop. She’d reach a climax, her audience would clap and voice … Continue reading
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