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Keep Out!

Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for the weekly hosting of Friday Fictioneers! “Someone’s coming up the front driveway,”  whispered Kathy to Wayne. Jack was in the basement where he kept cool on hot days. As usual, he would be no help. … Continue reading

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Promise

Jen latched the suitcase, and took one last long look around.  Many times she had tried to leave, but something held her there.  He promised he would return.  I promised I would wait.  Eight years was a long time. She … Continue reading

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Alone

  Light from the bathroom invited her to come toward it.  She pulled back and walked to the living room.   Not yet, she thought.  It’s not time yet. She wandered through the kitchen and dining room looking for more. … Continue reading

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Rock of Ages

I was born in 1950. Dad was born in 1921. Grandpa was born in 1901. The rock had always been there on the farm. Mom and Aunt Mae would come running when she saw us climbing on it, convinced we … Continue reading

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Hindsight 20/20

Dee found it hard to believe how easy it was to dissolve a business that had taken her 40 years to build. The move to the uptown location had been too pricey, and the timing of the market crash hadn’t … Continue reading

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Caller ID

  t   The ringing of the phone bounced off the tiled walls until I thought I would go mad.  Ten times, then the caller would hang up and try again. I struggled with the ropes that bound my wrists … Continue reading

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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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