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Short Stories

What Friends Do

When Chloe saw Susan walking toward her, she felt some relief and took her first deep breath of the morning. Positioned at the entrance to the mall’s large, centrally-situated cafe, she watched Susan navigate the throng of window shoppers. Chloe could not remember a time in her life when she had not known Susan. They [...]

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Still Holding Her Hand

“Tell me again why we’re doing this.” He took a deep breath and considered his response. He resisted the urge to be flippant, recognizing that sarcasm, at this particular moment in time, would only further upset her. Without turning to look at her, he took her hand firmly in his and squeezed it reassuringly. “We’re [...]

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The Drawing

She entered the reception area, and warmly greeted the young woman stationed at the front desk. “Hello, Angie,” she said. “How’s this semester going?” “Great. My classes are hard, but I love my professors and I’m learning a lot,” Angie enthused. “They’re doing an art project right now.” “Thanks,” she said as she initialed the [...]

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The Pseudonym

“So how does it really feel to be a published author?” Dana asked, as they lounged on the grassy lake shore. The mid-day sun was warm and a soft breeze occasionally rustled the water’s surface. The sky was a perfect mixture of the kind of searing blue tones that young children use in crayon drawings [...]

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An Unexpected Independence Day Celebration

“So have you set a date yet?” I asked my mother a few weeks ago when she informed me that she was remarrying. I had mixed feelings about her announcement. My father has been gone for nearly three years now. He was ripped away from us so suddenly and unexpectedly that from time to time, [...]

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The Wicker Chair

“Come on in and make yourself comfortable,” he said warmly, gesturing toward the west side of the large, sunny room where a couch and two chairs separated by a small table were arranged casually in a semi-circle. “Sit wherever you’d like,” he continued as he picked up a manila folder from the desk on the [...]

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Hide and Seek

As he stepped up to the podium, he felt slightly dizzy, but his determination buoyed him. He looked out into the auditorium, thankful that the lights focused upon him and the remainder of the stage area prohibited him, at least for the most part, from clearly observing the faces of the young men and women [...]

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Her Debut

She remained motionless in the living room, straining to recall the day upon which she wrote the song she heard emanating from the tape recorder. But she could not.

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The Keys to Her Future

The silence between them was interrupted only by the sound of his reaching into his pocket for a ring of keys. He set them on the table.

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His Christmas Legacy

They all knew. But none of them would speak of it. It was business as usual. On the surface. By all outward appearances. Perhaps they all thought that if they ignored the elephant in the room, it would eventually turn and go back out the door from whence it came. Life does not work that [...]

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Thanksgiving at Mom’s

Everything had to be perfect. The house had to be spotless, with no clutter. “Everything in its place and a place for everything,” her mother told her countless times as she was growing up. The dinner had to be cooked just as her mother herself had cooked the same meal so many times: The stuffing [...]

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