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Holding a Camera

Holding a Camera Everyone knows how to do this, right? Wrong… The lady who was taking a picture of her left ear didn’t. Not that is until I (gently,...

A Pale Blue Dot

Grandson duties yesterday required me to coral the darling little monster and herd him into a wire pen filled with death machines, otherwise known as...
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Stepping Stone

(250 word limit flash) “So you made it,” she said with indifference. “Surprised I came?” “As if I cared, Joe.” “My name’s Stephan.” “You’re just...

Childhood's End

The gate stands between the houses as it always had. The paint’s peeling with the wood showing through like weathered bones, silvered and cracked,...

The Argument

The car became a symbol of his anger. She said nothing as each gear was rammed home like a punch to her face, the rev-counter diving into red-lined...

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