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I first posted this story exactly a year ago. As Super Bowl Sunday approaches, it seems worth posting again, even though posting it pretty much nails it that no one will be inviting us over for a Super Bowl party, Tom Brady or no. Oh well. Anyhow, here it is. Maybe I’ll finish writing my reflections [Continue reading] All eyes were on Deirdre when she walked into the room. She hated times like this. Those stares, what they were thinking behind their glassy eyes – always made her uncomfortable. Wet circles began forming under her armpits. Great. Now they could make fun of her hygiene as well as her clothes, her [Continue reading] I had this ready last Friday, but got waylaid by real life until now…. ** “I personally think you’re nuts.” He glanced away from her considerable bosom as he spoke. “Coming from you, Jerry, I consider that high praise.” She flicked her ash into his Blackberry and stood up. “My new attorney will be in touch.” “Tell him to [Continue reading] “I don’t care if he is in the hospital. Serves him right. Thinks he can just ignore me — and when he’s working on my dime, too – ” She snorted. “He’ll be the one who pays.” “Shirley, I’m not sure I want to represent you in this matter. There [Continue reading] Scrawled on a soggy scrap of paper at the beach yesterday:
Conf’rence call — cancelled. So where am I with my Creativity Workshop goals, my One Story Per Week plan? I’ve already admitted that I didn’t write a single word during my vacation. My bad. But I do have a couple of semi-stories in the hopper from my ‘Breaking the rules/breaking the law’ segment — again, more [Continue reading] “I want those to go, too.” She pointed to the row of rosebushes, yellow and red blossoms bobbing in the breeze. “Ma’am?” The bushes were healthy, lush, and while he wasn’t a flower man himself, he was sure someone had lavished a great deal of care on them, and recently, too. She smiled and [Continue reading] This builds on last week’s Friday Flash Fiction: Barbara looked at her daughter. How could she tell her? Oh, Kirsten, by the way, I’ve been living a lie in front of you and Dad all these years? She winced at the false notion of ‘Dad’ that her husband, her daughter held. What possible [Continue reading] Fellow blogger Parrot Writes set out this flash fiction challenge for last week: We are traveling 60 mph on the interstate going home from our Ashland stay. Suddenly we see brakelights four or five cars ahead of us and watch a minivan swerve off to the shoulder of the highway and slide to an immediate [Continue reading] |
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