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A Prose By Any Other Name
With apologies to Will.
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Harvest!
Apples galore, trees shaken to pour fall flood …
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The Time Comes to Fly
She wants to blame the girl. She tries to blame the girl. It was the girl who’d swum in out of the blue and slid into Roddy’s life and started...
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Namaste
I know I should try counting to ten,
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The One That Got Away
I never got near enough to know for sure whether she was mermaid or maiden. All I know is that she was alluring beyond all endurance. But how do you...
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Hey Friends, Prodigal
Hey Friends, Prodigal Hey pals! Why do you shy away from the company of friends to swing and sway to relieve yourself from old age misery that only...
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My Neighbor Thought Ted Bundy Wasn't A Serial Killer
One of my neighbors said something that was as stupid as can be. It was the dumbest thing I've ever heard and it really shocked me. When I said that...
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Peppa Pig.
Last Saturday, my Husband Paul asked me to buy a potty for our grandson Darius. So, I went to TKMaxx first, I looked in the kids’ section, but there...
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Cricket Alley
The Shocking Conclusion
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GI Joe and the Johnny Pump
I was once one of God’s little soldiers, off to church to confess my sins and make an act of contrition. Forgive me father . . . Say three Our...
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Parlez-vous français?
The art of communication.
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Shopping with kids
Ayesha always went shopping on Sunday afternoons, both kids in the back. Let’s get this over quick as we can. She hates driving but needs to put...
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Uncertainties
Dear diary... I feel this disharmony blemishing our world, disfiguring the innocent it churns in my stomach, young should perceive future as...
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Birthday Song
A birthday song.
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How Not to be a Hitman
With 'Five Years' by Bowie playing, I licked the last of the Christmas pudding off my lips before helping it along with a tot of port. The man across...
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Al in Minneapolis
My work at Fargo Clinic finished at 9 p.m. but instead of going back to the dorm I went right to the train depot and sat alone, reading, until the...
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Stumbling
Wander. Wonder. Aimlessly. Drift. It's OK. You can. We all do. And nobody gets hurt. The loveless walk freely through the forest. Only the lucky ones...
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Judith Wilkinson
As I stood, my heart beat in my head and out my ears, in my throat and out my mouth, in my chest and through my pullover. Ronnie, the night nurse, wobbled down the stairs with the aid of the two detectives. Her eyes found mine, so I searched them. Ronnie was terrified. Ronnie was grieving. Ronnie was relieved to see me. She hadn't heard a thing.
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