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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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Santa…

“I don’t like kids,” said the jolly fat man, dressed in the red suit.  “They’re always sticky and they look at me as if I can make all their dreams come true.” “Well, can’t you?” asked his wife, her foot … Continue reading

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X+Y=M A short story.

  “You know that you need towers to get cell phone service, right?  That communication can be blocked by radio waves, etc?” “Sure.  So what?” “Well, there’s a lot of energy around the planet,” “I guess.” “What if a certain … Continue reading

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Keith’s Pawnshop…a short story

“How can I be of help?” asked the elderly man, behind the counter. “I’d like to pawn something.” “Then you came to the right place,” he snickered.  “What do you have for me?” “I’d like to pawn myself and have … Continue reading

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Just do it…

“What do you mean, this is what they look like?” “I mean, THAT’S what the ones who are left look like.” “But we gave them everything.” “They turned their backs on everything and just started killing each other and everything … Continue reading

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SHAKESPEARE AND COMPANY…3

Sylvia Beach in Shakespeare and Company   “Hemingway seemed like a nice young man,” said Ms Beach. “If you like liars and men who beat on women, then yes, I suppose he is a nice young man.” “He’s very poor … Continue reading

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Disruption…a short story

“What is that tattooed on your back,” he asked. She smiled and ran her hand down the front of his shirt.  “It’s a rune,” she whispered. “A rune?” She nodded and walked around him, dragging her hand as she went, … Continue reading

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