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Struggle

The battle was hard.  She fought.  Two years of ups and downs.  Her family fought beside her, soaring high with every positive report and crashing to the ground with every disappointment.  It was more than anyone should have to do. She … Continue reading

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Longing

Joanna was bored.  Stuck inside a third floor efficiency, she longed to be outside where the air was fresh and crisp.  Inside, Grandfather smoked his pipe, Grandmother slept upright in her chair, and with her nose glued to the grimy … Continue reading

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The Fall

The throbbing continued and echoed through her ears.  She slowly opened her eyes.  Everything was out of focus. Directly above was a huge…. spider?  bird? A light fixture.  She felt the cold marble against her bare legs and began to … Continue reading

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Whistle Stop

  “C’mon Ralph!  Hurry up! “ Ampersand jogged alongside the track with Ralph. When they reached the clearing, helicopters hovered over the area.  Ampersand waved a small American flag and Ralph began to bark. “Shhhh…Ralph. Behave.”   As the train approached, … Continue reading

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Someday…

It was an odd hobby, seemingly fitting for a writer. Lelajack had saved every pen she had ever used.   When they dried up, she plunked them into a box.  When it filled up, she got a larger box.  Then … Continue reading

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Table for One (guest writer)

A guest writer this week and a good friend, laid up with a nasty broken bone, began to write poetry.  She has no blog, but gave me permission to share her take on this week’s photo prompt. Visit Friday Fictioneers … Continue reading

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Discovery

Jimmy watched his ball roll down the bridge and land amid the rubble at the edge of the boardwalk.   “Sam! C’mere, I found something,” Jimmy yelled. Sam hesitated. Looking over his shoulder, he took two tiny steps, then backed … Continue reading

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