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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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The Crash…a VERY short story

After the CRASH, everyone said they didn’t know what happened.  But they did.  They knew what was happening for decades.  They just chose not to do anything about it.

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How they met…a very short story

“Hmmm, tall dark and very handsome, but you probably hear that all the time.” “Actually, I don’t hear it nearly enough,” he laughed, pressing the button to open his car door. “Do you work around here?” “No.  I go to the … Continue reading

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How they met…a very short

She stood on the corner, eyes closed,  just listening.  The sun was warm on her face as people brushed past.  She just stood there, on Michigan Avenue, across from The Bean, taking in the sounds. “Are you lost?” someone finally … Continue reading

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Film…A very short story, Part 2

“God?  God’s killing us slowly?  You don’t even believe in God?” “I don’t but enough people do.  Those people imagined him into being. Because of that, he is simply a reflection of their own beliefs, greed and fears.  They made … Continue reading

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