Category Archives: The Chat

The chat…a very short story.

“It was a dark and stormy night,” he muttered, picking at the keys. “When?” she asked. “When what?” “When was it dark and stormy?  A few weeks ago?” “It doesn’t matter when. It’s  fiction.” “I thought you said your writing … Continue reading

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Earth…The Chat

“What are you? she asked, staring at the glowing blue ball. “I’m the messenger.  I mean you’re not listening to the Earth, so She thought She’d send a miniature of Herself to tell you what’s going on.” “I see.” “Do … Continue reading

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The Chat…

“Wow.  You’re more depressed than I thought,” he said.  “Watching Eloise at Christmastime, in August.” “It makes me happy.  Or as happy as anyone can be at the moment.” “I told you to stop watching the news.  It’s making everyone … Continue reading

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The chat…

“What do you think about dog shows?” “I don’t know what they’re for?” she said.  “The dog you love is the best dog there is, no matter what she, or he, looks like.  I like a german shepherd with a … Continue reading

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The chat…

“I think we’re supposed to be more than this.  More than we are.” “Like what?” he asked. “I think we’re supposed to be able to fly, to be able to do a lot of things we don’t, can’t, or won’t … Continue reading

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