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The Last Noel

                      In the waning afternoon sun on a Christmas Eve many years ago, my daughter, husband and I anticipated a snowy drive to Buffalo from Angola, where we lived with my husband’s father. As the gloomy afternoon wore on, snow began … Continue reading

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Don’t Be Cruel

   “Don’t be cruel to a heart that’s true.” Elvis’s voice crooned out from the radio which was smack dab in the middle of the dashboard. She looked over at him. He looks wounded, like a puppy that had been spanked … Continue reading

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Words

  “Sticks and Stones can break my bones, but names can never hurt me..” (Children’s Nursery Rhyme)   Words are powerful. I was reminded of that after my last blog post. The piece was a fictionalized account about when my … Continue reading

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Sounds in the Night

I lie in bed, waiting for the overwhelming fatigue of the day to finally settle in my bones and to quiet my racing thoughts. Tossing and turning, I grabbed the blankets and pulled them toward me. The house was unnervingly … Continue reading

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I Was Thinking

“I was thinking about my mother the other day,” Lori said. Rick looked up, rattled his newspaper and stared at her. “Yes,” he intoned. “Well, you know that it’s getting harder and harder for her to get up and down … Continue reading

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The Rest of the Story–Sophie

I hurry into the pantry. My heart is beating so fast that I can barely breathe. Twenty years of being careful , of working menial jobs, and watching my back screwed up in a minute. Was that really Lee? There’s … Continue reading

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Sophie Part II

Hi all, I get it–you need to know how the story about Sophie ends. FYI–my writing style is a type some people call organic–the story writes itself. Once I have an idea and start writing, the characters and situations lead … Continue reading

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A story

This story is a short, short story ( also called Flash Fiction) Hope you enjoy it! Sophie My cabin, while snug, was beautifully appointed. Standing on the compact balcony I breathed deeply of the fresh salt air. The ship rode … Continue reading

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