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The end…is sometimes a beginning…a very short story

He had reached the end of the line.  There was no going back and he didn’t know what waited for him in the darkness.  He sat quietly, eyes closed, contemplating his life and how he had lived it.  He was … Continue reading

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A very short story…

She sighed and finally picked up the phone.  She’d let the last four calls go directly to voice mail.  “What?” she said, staring at her coffee. “Did you think I’d stop calling if you didn’t pick up right away?” said … Continue reading

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Snow White…a very short story

Snow White was a beautiful, sweet and very gentle egret.  Her mother loved and adored her but, like many unfortunate things in this world, there were those who were envious of her pure white feathers, those who wanted her for … Continue reading

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Blue bird…a very short story

She told him that she would return when the blue birds sang. He told her that all the birds were gone. She held very still, then she opened her hand and a blue bird flew from her palm to the … Continue reading

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The Detective…

The flock of flamingos in my yard were absolutely bursting with excitement.  It’s not everyday The Detective passes by.  She gets the job done, solves every case,  but no one has ever seen seen her…all thy ever see is her … Continue reading

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Stella…

Stella opened her own bar.  She called it THE BOX, to remind people that that’s how most people lived their lives…inside a box of their own making.  She just wanted to let them know that it didn’t have to be … Continue reading

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A very short story about…tradition

“What are you doing?” she asked, looking over his shoulder. He turned and said, “What does it look like I’m doing?” “It looks as if you’re copying that picture of Van Gogh’s.” “That’s exactly what I’m doing,” he said, turning … Continue reading

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