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In the Morning Light (Chapter Two)

“Well, like I said, I slapped her the first time when she was pregnant with Timmy. She must have been about six months or so along. It just . . . happened. Before I even knew what I was doing, I heard the sound of my hand slapping her cheek.” He sat for a moment, [...]

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In the Morning Light (Chapter One)

He stared out the window, considering the cloudless blue sky. From the bed in his third-story hospital room, he could see the tops of the trees in the parking lot below swaying softly with the light summer breeze. He wished that he could return to the marina, hose down the decks of his small vessel, [...]

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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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The Letter (Chapter Twenty-Six)

“Leaving?” she responded breathlessly to the curve ball fate had just pitched directly to her. “No, I’m not leaving. I’ll be back in a few moments.” “Oh, good!” he said genially. “I was hoping we could catch up a bit.” Technorati Tags: Fiction, Sunday Scribblings, The Letter

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The Letter (Chapter Twenty-Five)

“I am totally impressed that you became a doctor,” she told her former biology classmate, Georgia, “especially after having me as a lab partner! Quite an accomplishment!” she laughed. “Actually, you inspired me,” Georgia replied. “I did?” she asked incredulously. “How in the world did I manage that? When it came to anything science-related, I [...]

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