Category: Short Story

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Finale

“Don’t stand there watching me. Follow me. Show me what you can do. Everybody let go. We can make a dance floor just like a circus.” ~ Britney Spears A rope hangs down from the center pole, thick and luxurious, suspended halfway between the tent lining above and the patchy grass below. If he stretches … Continue reading Finale

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Hating Earl

Jeannette hated shopping. The old man just inside the door at WalMart always smiled at her in that creepy way that reminded her of Fraggle Rock, and she tried to avoid him as much as was humanly possible. The problem was that she was never quite sure at which door he would be stationed, and … Continue reading Hating Earl

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@ Heathrow

“I’ll sit anywhere,” she told the airline attendant behind the counter whose name tag read Patrick. It was 3 o’clock in the morning, London time, and Heather was surviving on fumes by that point, in a race against time trying to make her way back to Chicago. “Listen, I missed my flight, but it wasn’t … Continue reading @ Heathrow

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Painting

“The fence needs to be repainted,” she says, to no one in particular. I happen to be around, but I know she can’t possibly be talking to me. I don’t do painting. “It’s a week long job,” she continues, and I stare back at her, defiance in my glare, yet still silent. “Because, you know, … Continue reading Painting

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Tell No Tales

“Our dead are never dead to us until we have forgotten them.” ~George Eliot The ditch was huge, an entire town’s worth of real estate under sea level, testament to what twelve men, a pickax, and five shovels can do under duress. To fall into the ditch was like dropping from a two story building, … Continue reading Tell No Tales