So Much

There is so much blood.

No, that’s a cliche, write something different for this scene.

I love you so much, if you die on me I’ll kill you!

No, that joke has been used.

Sorry, but I’ve had so much coffee I need to be excused.

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Divided

“Oh, let’s watch that one!”

“Yuck. I hate romcoms. Chick flicks are a bore.”

“I love them. They always make me feel good and have a happy ending.”

“They’re so silly. Let’s watch something with some action. How about this one?”

“Nothing happens in that one except shooting people and then walking away as if nothing happened.”

“Yeah. That’s cool.”

“You can’t enjoy love and I can’t enjoy murder. Have I got that right?”

“Yep.”

“You can go home now.”

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Frogs

It was so wet, even the frogs had to look for higher ground. Right now they were clinging to the siding on the south wall outside my house. The ground was soaked and flooded, the rain was still coming, and the weather map showed a bright red extreme weather spot right over us. I might have to make like a frog soon, and climb up to the top of my house.

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Getaway

Lunch beachside at The Poseidon Restaurant in Del Mar

I put this question to the group of co-workers sharing lunch in the cafeteria.

Quick! Best getaway for someone who lives in the desert? It has to involve green plants in abundance and lots of water.

The coast of France came up, Florida was suggested, one person thought Oregon was a good idea. Nearby mountain lakes made the list. It all sounded wonderful. And expensive. So I spent my weekend in a lawn chair fishing under some cottonwoods near the river.

Great getaway!

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Road Trip

“Let’s take a road trip,” he said. He clunked his coffee cup down on the table and dropped the newspaper.

“Where?” I asked.

“There’s an article in here about a bed and breakfast in the mountains north of Taos. You can see a million stars at night!”

“Do we need to drive to Taos to see a million stars?”

“The food there is 4 stars. Quiet, beautiful, great food. 4 stars . . .”

He looked at me, waiting.

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The Visitor

He knocked on my door and introduced himself. He had some strange sounding foreign name and I told him to go away. He was pretty scary looking with dark skin and odd robes instead of a normal person’s clothes. I saw him knocking on the neighbor’s door. She let him in! I thought about calling the police, but I got out my pistol instead. I hid it under my shirt and went over to see if my neighbor needed help. . . .

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Little Richard

When Richard was a boy we called him Little Richard because his dad was Richard, too. After a while we just called him Little. He’s a grown man now, over 6 feet tall and big as an outhouse, but everyone in the family still calls him Little. He gets angry and wants us to use his name. The name he wants us to use is Stella. He wants us to use different pronouns, too. It’s very hard to change after all these years.

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A Party

Spring Daffodils

It’s a party outside! Everything is waking up, coming alive. New shoots, new blooms, leaves bursting from buds. Spring is not just a season, it’s a metaphor for burgeoning life and hope. The longer days, the sun, the daffodils! Let’s all party.

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Highway to Hell

There was no internet at this lake. Her parents were crazy if they thought this trip was a vacation. She was on the highway to hell and she knew it. She clapped earphones over her ears and refused to talk to anyone. Her little brother bounced up and down in the seat and chattered about deer and squirrels – she hated him! What a jerk!

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The Sunset

A Del Mar sunset

The sunset blazed outside the window. Glen stood red faced, veins bulging, as he screamed at me. I knew what was coming next and I tried to calm him with my voice. I sat down and averted my eyes.

Then something snapped. I wasn’t going to take it. Not again. I picked up the heavy stone carving we’d brought home from Poland. I stood up and swung it. . . .

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