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Memories
I slip silently between the barbed wire fence without touching the prickly barbs. It is a skill I have perfected, one my mother taught me. The prairie stretches out before me, never-ending to my 9...
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Antiques
The following is a work of fiction. Living in the shadow of an old university might be unpleasant to some, but I found it refreshing. The young college students always left me feeling nostalgic for my...
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Fly away
“I don’t want you to tie it on, Mom.” “Ok, but you have to hold on tight or it will fly away.” “I WILL hold on tight,” she insists. Her chubby little hands grip the string of the balloon with all...
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10 Things in my House and other stuff
Before I get to today’s list, I am going to practice some shameless self-promotion. Yes. Yes, I am. I am having a short story published in Write On Edge’s first volume of Precipice. I’m sort of a...
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Money
“Not everyone can be bought,” she said. She stared down at her tattered clothes, dirt smudged across her jeans, her flip-flops disintegrating into nothing. She ran a hand through her greasy hair then...
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Fire
I snapped my cell phone shut as it had gone straight to voicemail again. The seedy sports bar seemed an unlikely place for me this evening. I was still dressed in my work clothes, a silk blouse and...
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Success…
“Thank you for sending us “Upside Down”. We love it and will be pleased to publish it in the first volume of “Precipice.” I read those simple words over and over not quite believing it could be true....
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Sunlight
The following is a work of fiction. I sat in the kitchen chair with my knees pressed against the sliding glass door. The rays of the sunshine streaming through the window danced on the floor, belying...
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Quirky
The following is a work of fiction. To say that she was quirky was a major understatement. She sat on the park bench in her neon green and black striped stretch pants and black blouse, pouting. Her...
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Published
“You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from.” Cormac McCarthy, “No Country for Old Men” In the second volume of Precipice, twenty-four authors from the Write on Edge community...
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