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Pickled
A scuffle broke out at her feet. “Stop it!” yelled Lydia, chasing her dogs from the kitchen. Harlow, the victor, chomped loudly with a hint of gagging. “Drop it!” Harlow continued the grotesque sound as Hunter watched…
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Spinning
Spinning A mile away, the car flipped over and over, appearing as a large red thrown object, hitting, bouncing from road into the median. Instinctively, I slowed my car, foot leaving the gas pedal until I was coasting.…
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In Concert
Marie’s hands skipped across the black and white keys, spinning the staccato tones of Balakirev’s “Islamej” for a spellbound audience. Years ago, musicians had called Balakirev’s piece the “unplayable fantasy.”…
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After the Test
I put the phone down, gripped the kitchen sink, and felt my heart shatter somewhere deep inside myself along with so many expectations. I struggled to make sense of what I had heard. Words strung together…
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Life can be a drain
He really didn’t know how long they’d been living down that particular drain. But at least it was east facing; offering eight minutes of luscious sun each morning. More than once he’d spied envy in the eyes of the other…
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Long Run
Before the storm, Philip would frequently get a kick contemplating his situation: a solitary guy who enjoyed living amongst the horde. Long-distance running seemed more akin to Philip’s nature. And as close…
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The New Owners
They surveyed the landscape from above. It was prime property for development. There was only one problem. It was occupied already and the current tenants would have to be removed. Of course, there was the heavy-handed…
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On Her Terms
A yellow-eyed Calico cat guarded the parsley patch. Calico sounded like prairie skirts, gypsy breezes, flute notes drifting dunes. That cat and I had been staring at each other all summer. Mrs. Casio’s high…
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The One Who Remains
After wandering the yards of his abandoned neighborhood, 12-year-old Gavin cannot find his family and cannot escape the fireworks’ finale. “Too loud,” he cries, rocks, holds his hands to his ears as he stands alone. The…
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Controlling Mosquitoes
This morning I spoke to Ray, who runs our town, about the state-wide program to control mosquitoes—they intend to spray, and that means killing birds and bees, and very likely harming humans, too. I agreed to help draft…
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Anticipation—Age Two
When he was two, seated in the antique highchair, he might have fallen, taking a dangerous crash. But Auntie was quick to catch him. No one yet knew he could kick himself backward from the breakfast table. Earlier…
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Winter Friend
Winter is near. I saw a field mouse, except he was in no field, he was running across the sidewalk and hid under a bush as I walked by. I wish him luck as he tries to get into the auditorium before the winter snows. …