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after now

The view looked like some kind of soulless painting. Beautiful but no signs of life. She used to know the names for artistic stuff like that. Photorealistic, maybe? Hell. It was all apocalyptic now. Unexpectedly, tears blurred her vision. She thought her grief had run its course but seeing those empty chairs. So expectant. So… Continue reading after now

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No! Mad!

Smoke. Strong coffee. The sweet grassy smell of evaporating dew. Birds singing as the sun rose. That delicious sense of freedom. And quiet. Not knowing where she’d be tomorrow. Relishing her role as momma’s “little nomad.”   A tiny but furious voice interrupted her reverie. “No! Mad!” Shaking off the past, she turned to now.… Continue reading No! Mad!

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Whatever Gets You Through the Night. It’s Alright.

Frustrated, Jane muted the tv and glared at her roommates. Returning Jane’s glare, Peter lit up a joint and took a deep hit before blowing the smoke directly into her face. “Damn it! Pete. You know I’ve got a Zoom meeting.” “Not my problem. Shield your face. Wear one of those damn masks you keep… Continue reading Whatever Gets You Through the Night. It’s Alright.

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Day Three

“That’s effing awesome!”   “Language.” “But ma. The diner car is up in the air.” Resisting the temptation to go easy, she suppressed a smile. “Don’t ‘but ma’ me young man. I’m tired and you know your dad doesn’t have any patience for your stories. Get your book. It’s math time.” “But ma!” “No buts!… Continue reading Day Three

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Great Cheeks!

Today, I offer a “tongue in cheek” look behind the scenes of my budding career as a sculptor.* “Is that your first sculpture?” He asked. That’s a bit of a cheeky question, I thought before replying: “Yes. Hard to believe, isn’t it? It’s so life-like. And look at those cheek bones!” “Erm … yes. They… Continue reading Great Cheeks!

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The Big House

Apparently this was it: the prison’s law library. One row of ancient books on a rickety cart. Was that smell despair or just mildew? Probably mildew. The stink of despair was coming from—as they say—inside the house. Did they still call it the Big House? Or was that passé? She much preferred that to slammer… Continue reading The Big House

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Choices

Sweet or salty? I choose both. Sometimes the simplest choices have profound meaning. Inspiration thanks to Linda's SoCs word prompt "choices" and to Soul Searcher's challenge to tell a story in six words using the prompt "sugar." Visit their sites for other great contributions and to get the skinny on the rules.

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talking to the monkey in the mirror

Quit staring at me! You’re starting to give me a complex! Don’t blame me if people are looking at you. What do you expect!? I expect people to mind their own damn business! But seriously Sue, what’s with the monkey face? These 41 words of sheer fictional genius (ha ha) were inspired by Sammi's Scribbles challenge… Continue reading talking to the monkey in the mirror