The camp was only a few miles away. Marv kept imagining his face turning red, people pointing and laughing. Then he thought about what Barb said. “Everyone’s there to enjoy themselves and not...
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Dr. Reynolds felt exhausted as he sat across from his last patient of the day. He wished that he could share his misery for a change. He would go home to a lonely apartment with only books to keep...
Norma was fortunate enough to make it to ninety and still be in reasonably good health. She was the only remaining member of her family of origin. Her husband passed away twenty years ago and her two...
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I followed my friend’s sure-footed movements as we made our way into the Santa Ynez Mountains. He told me that I would be walking on holy ground. "Be conscious of who came before us," he said. My...
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Aiden sits by the fireplace and remembers Miranda’s shapely body, her alluring smile and large brown eyes that melted his icy heart. He longed to hear her soothing voice. The gentle way that she...
At 5 a.m. every morning, Alonzo loaded the coffee maker and trays of corn muffins into his car. He drove his ‘92 Camry to factory sites to sell his muffins and coffee. After selling them, he’d...
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They Wait for Us – Crow On The Wire
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10 p.m. We approach the California King bed with the intention of a delicious sleep. The bedding has a soft fluffy comforter and fresh, silk burgundy sheets. There are two King pillows and six brand...
My son rarely listened to me. My in-laws thought he needed to see a psychologist, but he does well in school, and the teachers haven’t complained yet. An excerpt from The Mallards on Flash Fiction Friday.
