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Friday Fictioneer

Jenn was now tall enough to peer over the top of the bottom windowsill.  Standing on tippy-toes, she saw the park across the street;  the familiar voices  she heard when the sky was bright blue rang out loud and clear. … Continue reading

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It tolls for Dolly……Friday Fictioneer

Tiny orange blossoms sprouted up overnight.  Dolly didn’t  notice at first.  They spread past the bushes, filling in the yard, climbing up the bell pull and strangling the clapper with tough, stringy vines.  Each morning she took a pair of … Continue reading

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The Choice Friday Fictioneer

Sold. He smiled. Finally he had sold a painting.  He remembered the words of his mother, ” … don’t be an artist.  Get a real job.  Something you can support yourself with.   You can play around with your paints … Continue reading

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