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My Granddad planted a tree when my mom was born. He transplanted the sapling from his childhood home across the state. It was just a normal, average oak tree. But he loved that tree. “One of these days I’m going to die,” Granddad would… Continue Reading “Robert Frost’s Bloom — From My Archives”
It’s this time of year I’m always surprised by the bundles of lilacs that seem to have bloomed overnight. The lavender aroma shocks me with beauty. They were my sister’s favorite flower. “This is what heaven will smell like,” she would say, sitting on… Continue Reading “Letting Go — From My Archives”
The man in the Winnebago is staring wildly. A Cadillac is wedge precariously under the nose of his monstrous vehicle. Smoke is pouring out of both hoods, fluid leaking from underneath. The woman in the Caddy is sobbing, her nose streaming blood onto her cashmere sweater. A… Continue Reading “Winnebago Man — From My Archives”
I hate doing my grocery shopping at night. Seems that’s when the really strange people come out of the corners and wander the store. I never feel quite safe walking around the produce and deli sections. Always have to keep my hand on my… Continue Reading “Compassion — Short story from the archives”
Man, it’s so dark out here. Driving up and down the track looking for some sweet little thing to pick up, take some place even darker for a fast fling. It don’t hurt anybody. I wear protection, she gets some spending money. Win, win.… Continue Reading “Empty Life (inspired by Relevant Magazine’s article “The Other Victims of Prostitution”)”
>We sat in his junky red car drinking slushies. It was still so hot outside even though it had turned to fall and all the leaves were blazing orange. We were parked outside my apartment, the apartment that would be ours after our wedding… Continue Reading “>After the Break (short story)”
>Misty walked among the shelves of books. She was overwhelmed. So many different books. The store was huge. “Can I help you?” asked the cute, skinny girl behind the customer service counter. Her lips smiled, but not her eyes. “Um. Yes. I’m looking for… Continue Reading “>Not the end (short story)”
> I already drove around this block about 10 times. Past the abandoned gas station, the grungy park, the weeping willow. I know what that old tree feels, hanging low like that and looking just sad. Sucking up all the water it… Continue Reading “>Pawn Shop (short, short story)”
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