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June 16, 1943

  “I’ll bet no one has ever called Duluth Minnesota paradise,” said Marge, “but that’s what it feels like tonight.” Glenn looked at his new bride and smiled.  “It sure is paradise.” They walked hand in hand along the water, … 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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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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