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Pungence

  The odor grew stronger everyday.  At first, Nita assumed it was road kill from the highway.  But it grew in intensity and on Thursday, grocery day for Nita, the smell followed her all the way to the store. She … Continue reading

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Still Life

A jar of his favorite candy. The tears in her eyes made the shiny wrappers all blurry;  like the memories of better times. A scented candle in the window, patchouli fragrance. Funny how a certain smell could make you remember. … Continue reading

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Seeking

It was terrifying.  For the first time in her life, she was alone.  She had worked through the sadness, the grief, as best as she could.  It was time to move away and try to start over.   She didn’t … Continue reading

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Marge and Glenn

June 16, 1943.  Duluth, Minnesota.  He was almost twenty-two.  She was twenty.  World War II raged in other parts of the world, but for one day, the war was forgotten for this couple.   Glenn was stationed in Duluth after … Continue reading

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A Sweet Surprise

Dilapidated. The price was right.  It was all she could afford. Seriously it was a dump, but at least she would be off the streets.  The foundation was sturdy. There wasn’ t any mold. The doors and windows were secure … Continue reading

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Wait for me

Forty seven years. It seemed like yesterday. A long narrow walkway leading to a cage. Captive.  Treated like an animal. Hot steamy days, long dark nights often interrupted with cruelty.  He could feel his heart constrict with fear as he … Continue reading

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Pride

Sweat saturated my lashes.  I blinked away salty tears,  but still couldn’t see. Stumbling toward the spindly tree, I fell forward , caught myself before hitting the sizzling pavement, and landed on the scorched, crunchy grass. “Is this what you are … Continue reading

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