A satisfying ending

Lorna shuffles along, curved shoulders hunched slightly forward, bald spot at the back of her head. Every morning she combs and teases the brittle numbered follicles that remain, in a last ditch effort to hide the circle of shame atop her head. Still fastidiously neat, being old school, she swipes lipstick across her thinning lips …

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Meandering

The road winds, dips, rises then curves once more. It's the type of road that motorcyclists love as they lean and meld into its slope. Children too adore the endless appeal of what comes next; curious about what lies around the bend. Sometimes it is a surprise heart stopping view through an unexpected gap in …

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Shuggie Bain by Douglas Stuart

If you loved Angela's Ashes by Frank McCourt, then prepare yourself for Shuggie Bain by Douglas Stuart. Douglas Stuart's mastery of tempo, tone and detailed description produces physical reactions whilst reading. There are many stories about poverty and alcoholism. Families on any given street in any given country and from all walks of life could …

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Autumn

falling in love with autumn Trick or treating on streets still damp from rainfall. Leaves wind tossed into heaps, stuck to sidewalks and fence-posts. Nature in Caravaggio's chosen color palette. Sounds are thicker heavier, fabrics denser and meals heartier. Fresh cheeks, rain soaked slickers and damp bangs invigorate. Indoors and outdoors are distinct once more. …

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It’s getting crowded

She believes the lies she has been telling herself. They are what she wants to, needs to, hear. Faster and easier that way. After all, it is the end result that counts and not all that pesky stuff in the middle. The guileful person's go to choice for a fictitious projection of self. Gotta give …

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Mrs. Knapp

Mrs. Knapp had been a teacher prior to her retirement, whereupon she became simply old Mrs. Knapp (as she was referred to by all the kids in the neighborhood). Berenice's mother said Mrs. Knapp was older than our elementary school, older than the park on Falstaff, even older than some of the shade trees lining …

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Liquefaction

The smell of part dog piss and part disinfectant hangs in the air making me gag. The atmosphere is moisture laden; another intensely humid 100 degree day. I wake up tired. Everything is soaked through, dingy and malodorous; each energy sucking day a reminder that forever has gotten a lot shorter. What will I possibly …

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Haiku triptych

BIRDSONG First one chirp one trill Rising sun crescendo song A new morning breaks DROUGHT Bone without marrow Brushed by dust laden breezes Brittle fractured World DEWDROP Delicate droplet A trembling kaleidoscope As we hold our breath

Fetal position

If I wanted to, I could destroy her. And this awareness filled me with a demented exhilaration. It was electric and awesome. I felt empowered and alive for the first time in my pathetic life. The only dissatisfying note being that she didn't look scared, not even worried really; more like deeply offended and slightly …

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Everything’s not copacetic

George Negritsoyski on Pexels.com New York Spring 1953 - two friends sitting at a corner table in a packed bar drinking and smoking talk about their future ROSIE - the girl JEAN - the guy TOM - Rosie's boyfriend THE BARTENDER A COUPLE AT ANOTHER TABLE and roll em... J: Come on Rosie, let's beat …

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