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Aunt Millie

When I first started blogging, I found a large community of writers and poets.  Some of them undertook efforts to post writing prompts and other ideas for writing stories.  Somewhere along the line those prompt efforts seemed to have dried … Continue reading

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The President’s Men

Months ago, I had a dream.  The only part of the dream I remembered was this — my sister calling me and telling me she was taking the jump.  That brief memory of a dream turned into The Jump. I … Continue reading

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The Smokers Club

While I struggle with writing new stuff, I’m working on submitting existing stories.  One of my current projects is to put together a collection of short stories for consideration by Willow Springs Books, which is running a contest for the … Continue reading

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Who Is Maureen Nesbitt?

Another oldie, written back when I was writing a lot.  I post this while I ponder and make slow progress towards another piece of The Jump.   Who Is Maureen Nesbitt? Who is Maureen Nesbitt?  A thought passed through my … Continue reading

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The Jump

There’s still a traveling show. It just doesn’t come with elephants and acrobats.  No clowns. No popcorn. Or much of anything else. There aren’t three rings either.  It’s been a long time since a circus traveled the country. It’s been … Continue reading

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The Watcher

Another oldie (and I’m working on something new I hope to post soon)…   The Watcher Working for God is never easy.  That’s what I told the shrink when he sat down in his leather chair and asked, “Why are … Continue reading

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February 29 — Page Three

Page One. Page Two. Johnny, I assume, went back to his base, maybe served a little bit of time in Marine prison, or whatever it was he might have to do for his AWOL. I slipped back out into space … Continue reading

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Every Four Years — Page Two

Page One Footloose. It was the movie that winter. Everybody was seeing it, but we never made it and I have never been able to watch that movie. I was looking back at Ginny, saying something to her about our … Continue reading

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Every Four Years

It was something we started in high school, Johnny Mac and me. Only when we started we didn’t actually know we were starting a tradition that would last for years to come. We’d been friends since the 4th grade. He … Continue reading

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Memories

A river road. Two lanes – one in each direction – twisting and turning along a levee. Tracing the edge of a river that empties into the sea. A place where memories may fall like rain drops and flow with … Continue reading

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