Category Archives: Short Stories

A Strange Meeting…Seven

“She loves books,” said the old man, appreciatively.  “She’s talking and singing to them.” Parker turned around and watched her pull a book off the shelf and press it to her heart.  “Yes, I guess you’re right,” he said. “You … Continue reading

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A Strange Meeting…Five

“I didn’t think I was tired,” said Parker, stretching. “It was just a nap,” said Lexi.  “Are you sure Bill will be okay?” “I’m never sure of anything.” “Can’t you tell me what the papers said?” “I promise I will, … Continue reading

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A Strange Meeting….Four

“I’m thinking about staying here,” said Parker. “You know how risky that is, don’t you?”  asked Bill. “Of course I do.  But, I found someone I want to be with and I won’t give that up.  Get one of the … Continue reading

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A Strange Meeting…Part Three

“What if I don’t want things to end tomorrow?” “Maybe you can visit,” she said, unbuttoning his shirt. “Visit?” he asked, tearing off the last few buttons himself, listening to them hit the wooden floor. “Yes.  Next time you pop … Continue reading

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A Strange Meeting…Part Two

“Well, this is it,” she said, leaning froward to look at the shop between the flashing of the windshield wipers.  “WHAT YOU SEEK IS INSIDE?  Nice name but it seems closed.” He got out of the car, walked up two … Continue reading

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A strange meeting…Part One…a long, short, story

She saw him standing in the blizzard, smoking.  He was using a cigarette holder, which seemed odd.  He was also wearing a hat from the forties.   The kind she had seen people in vintage films wear.  He looked…lost. She wasn’t … Continue reading

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The walk…

He always thought death would be like this.  Just another walk down the path in the light of the moon.  He hadn’t expected the green color, however, but felt that it went well with his orange umbrella and clothing.  The … Continue reading

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