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The cat…a short story

“Hi,” said Sally.  “What’s your name?” “Who wants to know?” “I do.” “Do you have anything to eat?” “Not really,” she said.  “Part of a cookie.” “What kind?” “Oatmeal.” “Right,” said the cat.  “Then go away.  I’m busy.” “Busy doing … Continue reading

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Good Dog…a short story

“Hello.  My name is Good Dog.  What’s yours?” “Sally.  It’s very nice to meet you, Good Dog.” “Thank you.” “Why are you called Good Dog?” “That’s my name.  Good Dog.” “I know but are you a good dog?” “I’m Good … Continue reading

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The Interview…

“Are you ready to begin?” she asked. “Sure,” he said.  “Ask me anything.” “You’re known by many names…” “The only one I hate is, Grim Reaper. I’m never grim.  I’m basically happy and a lot of fun.” “Fun and not … Continue reading

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Scrooge…three weeks too late.

“Am I late?” asked the actor. “Yes.” answered the stagehand. “Dam,” he said, falling into a chair.  “I was playing cards at the Fairmont and lost track of time.” “Your understudy did okay.” “But Scrooge was my role! A great … Continue reading

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The New Year conversation…A short story

“So, it’s 2020,” he said, grinning. “That’s what you want to hear from your eye doctor,” she sighed, shuffling a stack of papers. “When he tells you what your vision is.” “No, seriously, it’s the beginning of another year.” “And?” … Continue reading

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The New Year Fairy…and Steve

“Just a minute,” she sighed, staring at the backdoor.  “Give me a second,” she mumbled, trying to get the rubber gloves off of her hands.  “Why didn’t I buy EXTRA LARGE?”  She finally got them off, then accidentally dropped them … Continue reading

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The man and the boy…a conversation.

“Are you sad?” asked the boy, staring at the man sitting in the alley. “Do I look sad?” The boy shrugged.  “You look…somewhere else?” “What’s that supposed to mean?” asked the man, finally looking up at the child. “I don’t … Continue reading

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