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I Remember It Well
I Remember It Well On the street where I live there was John. John was compulsive. Everything that he did had to be in a certain way. Don’t ask him to define that way or admit he had a certain … Continue reading →
A Puzzling Image
A Puzzling Image She stood alone at the beachfront. The ocean waves rolled ashore and then receded. Staring out at the water was mesmerizing. Why did he tell her to meet him here? That last splash broke her trance. Looking … Continue reading →
Doug’s Dilemma
Doug’s Dilemma Doug dimly dreamed of a delicious delicacy derived from Danish dairy desserts. At dawn, debt-diminished dollars denied Doug’s delight. In despair, Doug deduced that diabolic deeds be drafted. Doug deliberated, deciding to dodge drink and develop dangerous designs. … Continue reading →
War and Peace
War and Peace The sky was clear to the east. All you could see were fluffy white clouds in a clear field of blue. To the west, the sky was different. Ominous thunder clouds, bright flashes of treacherous lightning amid … Continue reading →
The Remains of a Landmark
The remains of a Landmark – MSG When I was 10 years old, my sister’s boyfriend, Hank, (later to become my brother-in-law) introduced me to the world of ice hockey. I started to watch a number of games on TV … Continue reading →
Making Waves
Making Waves A definition of the word “wave” according to the American Heritage Dictionary is: “To make a signal with an up-and-down or back-and-forth movement of the hand or an object held in the hand.” When I was … Continue reading →
The Runaway
The Runaway a picture prompted story Cheryl drafted the text to Harold. She was worried about her son, Mathew. Was it her fault he ran away? The letter would include directions for where to look. Drawings would be needed to … Continue reading →
The Box at the Door
The Box at the Door It was just a cardboard box. I thought it was empty. It certainly was light. There was no movement discernable when shaken. No labels on it identified who put it there nor who it was … Continue reading →
The Pink Cat
The Pink Cat I started getting phone calls about the cat before the ink even dried on the letter I had composed. “So I hear you found a pink cat,” the caller asked. “How did you find out?” was my … Continue reading →
Pursuit
Pursuit I made it to the door. My hands shook as I fumbled for my keys. Finding the correct one, I slipped it into the keyhole and slowly turned it so as not to make any sound inside. Pushing the … Continue reading →
