“Whatever happened to that guy who used to stand in Times Square and give out free hugs?”
“Nobody hugs these days. What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about wanting to hug someone. If you weren’t on the west coast I’d hug you right now.”
“I’m not on the west coast. I’m in the bedroom. Come here and I’ll hug you.”
“You’re a lifesaver!”
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The puppy loved the piano, so she put him in front of it. He began pounding paws. The cat was a dud at music, but sometimes she would chase the light around on the iPad to create beats within the drum program. And on guitar was the ferret. The ferret needed work. His little fingers were perfect for strumming strings but he lost interest fast. It took her over 2 hours but she finally got the Tik Tok video she wanted from her little bedroom band. Now she would be famous!
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“I want it to be bright blue with accents of bright yellow.”
The painter set down two gallons of grey paint on the plastic covered floor. He stood up and gave her a long look. “We agreed on grey,” he finally said.
“I’ll pay for the extra paint,” she said. “I’m sure about this. It will remind me of Greece and sunshine.”
The painter didn’t have time for another delay, another trip to the paint store. This client was making him crazy. He wanted to punch her in the face. He wanted to pour grey paint down her throat. He stepped closer to her and couldn’t help the menace in his voice. “We agreed on grey,” he said again.
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. . . the dolphins led Charlie across the bay toward one of the smaller islands planted there. The locals called it ‘the slot’ because of a narrow fiord hidden from view. The opening into the slot was too small for a fishing boat and Charlie hadn’t been there in years.
He immediately saw a boat anchored near the small half-moon spit of sand that formed a beach. Above it was a cave. There was a big white tent at the cave’s entrance. As Charlie slowed to move onto the sandy landing, he saw a woman. She was blood soaked.
Charlie glanced around for other people as he ran toward the woman. . . .
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The morning chill hung in the air as Charlie’s boots thumped against the weathered wood of the dock. As he approached the boat he saw dolphins. They chittered at him and turned away. Then they came back and did it again.
It looked like they were saying, “Come here. Follow us.”
“What is this,” he muttered, “an episode of Lassie.”
But instead of climbing into his fishing boat he jumped in the small speedboat and slowly moved away from the dock. The dolphins gathered in front of him and darted away. He followed. . . .
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Zoom – Zoom the car said when I turned the key. The radio came on and the words disappeared.
“Why did your car say zoom?” asked the youngster in the back seat.
“Because we’re going to zoom through the world so fast we’ll be at the ice cream shop by 2 o’clock,” I answered.
How many times can a child ask you if it’s 2 o’clock yet? Even while zooming around the world, it’s a lot of times.
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“Let’s dance,” he said. “It’s almost the solstice and the days will grow longer.”
“Charlie,” she answered. “It’s freezing out here.” She slammed the car door behind her. “And we can’t dance in the driveway.”
“Sure we can,” Charlie said with a flourish. He held out a hand. She couldn’t resist. She took it.
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It was the best Thanksgiving ever! All her cousins were here, including Jerry. Jerry was 16. He was so cute with his dimples and his curly hair. Eight year old May was just realizing how cute Jerry was. She wanted him to notice her, give her some attention. When he asked her to follow him into the gardening shed, she was happy to do it. . . .
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“What’s that smell?” Dad asked. He dropped his briefcase and car keys.
“Hmm, I don’t know. I burned some pizza in the oven earlier when it dripped.”
“Come on, that isn’t burned anything except maybe pot. Are you smoking weed in my house? That’s grounds for eviction, buddy.”
“Naw, pop, I wouldn’t do that. We have a deal.”
“Okay, then explain the smell, smart boy.”
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My Aunt Elise was the kind of woman who would start a sentence with the words, “I’m sorry but,” and proceed to blast you with the most vile insults. Especially if the topic was religion or politics. She really wasn’t that nice about other topics, either, now that I think about it. I cut her out of my life long ago just to stay sane. Even so I wasn’t happy to hear about her death from a disease she called a hoax. Another unnecessary death that could have been prevented.
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