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August 8, 2018

>I know you said not to text you, but we need to talk. Meet me for lunch, Packer’s. Alice frowned. She’d never told Elise, her BFF, not to text her. What was that all about? And then she realized the phone in her hand wasn’t hers; it was Joe’s, her loving husband of twenty-five years…. Read More ›

Starlight, star bright

Awakening

It was a long way down. She stood on the very peak of her home, finding it not at all odd to be there. Inside, her parents, brothers and sisters slept while she rode the wind. It was wonderful. Beautiful. The sky was dark indigo, dotted wildly with brilliant stars. Her father liked to count… Read More ›

Work in progress

Works in progress

Caro Miller didn’t want anyone to question her mental health, which her mother would, if she learned her independent, successful daughter had spent the last two years with an anti-establishment, passive-aggressive creative writer, a never-published author whose piles of drivel crowded shelves, drawers and several boxes. He printed everything out, but never threw anything away…. Read More ›

Ms. Eggplant

The Eggplant and Superman

Shelby thought she was oh so original. Why would anyone else in her right mind show up at a Halloween costume party dressed as an eggplant? Yet, there she stood, long of leg, slender of arm, wearing an exact, exact duplicate of Shelby’s costume. In her mind, the second Shelby saw the other purple veggie,… Read More ›

Rose

Short Fiction

The Music of Life I hate to dance. Period. That’s it. Today is my sister’s wedding day. She’s three years younger than I, which means I’m the spinster sister, although I’m a mere twenty-six. What does one have to do with the other? Nothing really, but it does contribute to me hiding out in the… Read More ›

Boutique

Short Fiction

Hope Springs Eternal (or) Opportunity Knocks Allie Edwards went to the mall. She didn’t know why. It’s not like she had money to spend. She couldn’t even pay her rent, much less buy something she didn’t need that would, in the end, make her feel guilty as hell. No job. No prospects. No skills. One… Read More ›

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