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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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How they met…a short story

She pulled up next to him, chrome shining in the sun, dual exhausts rumbling in the warm summer air, and rolled down her window.  “You need any help with that?” she asked, looking at his flat tire. “Seriously?”  he said. … Continue reading

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A pretty short story about …well, just read it and you’ll find out.

“You’re not from around here, are you,” she said, staring at him.  “When I say around here, I mean as in Earth, the planet, not just a different neighborhood.   Stars are moving all over you. Well, moving over the parts I can … Continue reading

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A short story about two friends…who found their way home.

“It’s okay.  It’s not that far.  I’ll be with you the whole time,” said the boy to his reindeer. The reindeer was concerned.  The boy had his tricycle but the temperature was dropping and the sun was going down.  The … Continue reading

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