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Violet and Ian…3

“Violet, I can’t pretend that there won’t be danger, working for me.” “Are you the mob?” “The word mob, means a group of people together at one time, as in a riot or demonstration, but without the good intent.  One … Continue reading

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The Librarian…

“Are you the librarian?” he asked, standing in front of the huge, circular desk with a sign saying, LIBRARIAN.” “Why gave it away?” she said, stacking books.” “You’re behind the big desk and you’re wearing glasses. I admit, I didn’t … Continue reading

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Alice and the rabbit…

“But you’re silver,” she said. “Yes, I am,” said the rabbit. “But, you’re supposed to be white.” “I’m afraid that’s not possible, Alice.  And, supposed to be’s, don’t exist. Haven’t you studied genetics?  Everyone in my family is silver.  No … Continue reading

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Very short story dedicated to George Orwell…

“Birth control is illegal.  Underground sellers, or buyers, go to jail for life, or are hung.  Houses are being torn down to make room for more prisons.” “They’re closing the borders.  Women will not be allowed to leave the country.” … Continue reading

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The next step…

“I love their tea and cookies,” grunted Mona, setting down her cup. “Me too,” sighed Lara, taking another bite of a hot chocolate chip cookie. “Where’s your ring?” “Oh, we broke up.” “WHAT?” said Mona, loudly.  “When?” “A couple days … Continue reading

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Alice…2..for Melanie

“Flamingos,” said Alice, stomping her foot on the floor.  “She’s doing it again!  The QUEEN is playing garden games with FLAMINGOS!  That’s cruelty to birds.” “You know she does that,” said her mother.  “It’s nothing new.   It’s just croquet.” “Yes, … Continue reading

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Short story…

“I’m never falling in love again,” he said adamantly. “Okay.  Good for you,” she muttered, reading her magazine. “It’s just stupid and it never ends well.” “If you say so.” “Don’t you find that to be the case?” “Some people … Continue reading

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