Autumn leaves yellow, red and brown

I am dining at my favorite café on the main street of town. It’s a gloomy autumn day outside, but the café is a cozy cocoon. I am alone, with only the glowing screen of my phone to keep me company. I browse the internet, log onto Facebook, exchange messages with friends. Suddenly a woman’s…

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The Lottery Ticket

I went out. It was raining. I met a hobo, walking in the pouring rain, pushing a shopping cart. Dressed in a muddy grey coat, unshaven, his hair long and wet. He appeared in the distance enveloped by a mist of tiny droplets, approaching fast, walking with long strides toward me. His dog, a no-breed,…

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Memories of the South

  “What is that you’re eating, Sarge?” Iric asked. “It’s something from a village south of the mountains,” Vott said between spoonfuls. “Something to take your mind off the hot weather, they say.” Iric’s nose stung with each shallow breath; the pungent smell was almost incapacitating. “That’s got quite an odor to it, don’t it?” Iric…

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A Chance

She was born into a family of cursed women. It couldn’t be seen from far away. Up close, it was there. The curse. You could see it in their eyes.   It was like a fever. A hot, painful glare deep in their amber eyes. The collective memory of their mothers mothers, perhaps, tainted them…

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The Fate of the Land

  The Burtons meant business. No hobby farming for them. They felled trees, cleared many acres, restored the early nineteenth century farm house. They fixed up the barn, fenced the fields, stocked up with cows, pigs, geese and chickens. The family mutt was told he was now a working dog. The father swotted up on…

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Request for Termination

  Your Grace, If Your Grace should receive this letter, please know that I have been trying to reach you for a little over a hundred years. If Your Grace has received my previous letters and they are still on your to-do list, I hope you will not think poorly of me for my impatience.…

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Of Mother and Men

When Amy was six years old she knew her mother was the most beautiful woman in the world. Her long blonde hair, her petite figure, her attention getting smile; all of them Amy admired. She never understood, however, why her mother sought the attention of men. She also never understood the illusive pattern of said…

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I Was the Family Dog

Golden fur, soft coat, chestnut eyes, winning yelp – I had it all going for me. A boy, a girl – what more could a dog ask? Plenty of belly rubs, fetch in the yard with the man, a walk every morning with the woman. The kids, they’d ride me like a horse! One would…

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The Drift

  I’ll explain it again: For a while when I got into trouble my father would make me sit in the little chair I kept next to my closet and count off all the wooden tiles that composed the floor of my bedroom and was told I couldn’t get up until I did. It wasn’t…

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Falling Sand

Sand beneath my feet.  It’s warm, and I can feel the sun on my skin.  The glass is smooth, featureless, but cloudy, the outside world obscured.  I walk the small space allotted me, bare feet leaving a circle of impressions.  My hourly circuit, always the same and never-ending.  When I tire of the monotony, I…

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