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My stories

A Happy Valentine's Day to You All

I don't know if this this is the appropriate place to post this, but I'm a little delirious and medicated this morning.

Picasso and Snickers - Part 1 - Valentine's Day

I amended the title. “Can I help you, sir?” said the girl. “Yes,” said Rupert. “I’m looking for the Valentine’s Day cards.”
Cherry

On the Cusp of My Seventh Decade - IP

On December 17, 2013, I will be sixty years of age. I find it hard to write autobiographical stories. So I don’t do it. And I won’t do it now. I’ll make something up.

The Ugly Dog

The woman was hunched over the juke box, wearing that yellow see-through summer dress I loved so much.

The Island of Boyhood Dreams

I found myself on an island made of boyhood dreams. Marilyn Monroe was there. Though, in my dreams, she was still Norma Jean. And I would always get to her before fame did.

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