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The unicorn…a short story

“I saw a unicorn yesterday,” she said.  “She was beautiful and not at all shy.” “Where did you see the unicorn?” he asked. “In the parking lot behind the vegetarian restaurant.  There’s a little patch of wild woods there and…” … Continue reading

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Ian…

Ian’s mother was born in England.  She came to America in a tote bag carried on a plane by a nice lady who slept most of the way across the ocean.   When she unpacked and found her, she laughed and … Continue reading

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Henry…a short story about a mouse.

Henry was voted most wonderful, all-around mouse, in his school.  His reaction was one of great embarrassment.  Henry, it seemed, didn’t feel wonderful, or all-around, in any way, shape or form.  Henry, felt like a regular, everyday mouse.  He didn’t … Continue reading

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How they met…

“Too much to drink, party boy?” she asked, looking at the guy sprawled on the sidewalk. “No, I tripped and did something to my ankle.” “I can look at it for you, I can call 911, or I can call … Continue reading

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How they met…

“Why do you draw in your books?” he asked, standing next to her, watching her finish a sketch of an old man. “Why don’t you draw in your books?” “It destroys them,” he said. “It enhances them,” she said. “We … Continue reading

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How they met…

“That is a very tiny dog,” she said, bending down to pet the wee puppy.  “What’s his name?” “Fish.” “Seriously?  That’s what you came up with?  What girl dog, in her right mind, is going to want to date a … Continue reading

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How they met…

“Shhhhhhh.  This is a library,” she whispered, glaring at the good-looking guy slouched in the chair.  He held an open book and was singing to something playing on his earbuds. “ARE YOU TALKING TO ME?” She nodded.  “You’re singing!  This … Continue reading

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