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First impressionsEarlier she had spent more than an hour removing unsightly mushroom clusters that appeared to be on all the lawns.

Outer Chaos Inner Calm (Rewrite)Most days I am oblivious to the clutter. I climb the stairs, grapple with the door handle and push the door open with my foot, my arms full…

Outer Chaos Inner CalmMy arms hang limply at my sides as I survey my small apartment. Helplessly I gaze at what I call my ‘heaps’ which lie everywhere. From all …

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The delicious taste of memoriesI finished putting my groceries away and somewhat distractedly I began to nibble, taking a juicy bite into my first pear of the season.

Journal from Motorcycle TripSanta is 69. I know this because we camped with him and his wife, Wendy, one night just outside of Idaho Falls, Idaho. But I’m gettin…

A Western ClichéClint holstered his gun at his side, ran a leathery hand over his weathered face, squinting into the too-bright desert sun, and shot a blac…

Rookie Sensation Elevates Game to Whole New Level“We win and lose as a team. But I guess records are made to be broken. I’m just proud to be able to help out my team. I go out there, try t…

Grandma’s Candy Shop (391 words)The bell over the door tinkles as we enter Grandma’s convenience store. My two brothers and four sisters pile in with me, talking lou…

THE SUN SCOWLED TODAY (256 words)The sun glared angry this morning, peering crossly from behind a veil of thin dark clouds. It scowled down on the world, sending a stern me…

Missing Dad (unfinished)“Dad, I’m driving along the highway and on the western horizon I can see a really bright star or planet or something. It looks …

Life and the PursuitEverywhere he goes, he returns with tales of glamour, parties, wealth, excitement and a life lived on the edge. I want to be a part of that.

Missing. Still.He felt sure he had caught her every nuance; quenched her every thirst; gently eased her every complaint. His touch was a patient caress.

HalloweenFrankie isn’t happy. / “Frankie,” Mommy calls. / He stays put, pouting, pretending not to hear.

Hail Fellow“Hey! It’s my buddies, Dennis Hopper and Moe,” I exclaim, walking toward the shabbily-dressed men standing in the hall. “How are you guys t…

Dinner Time (443 words)His thoughts elsewhere, Karl Bielig was unable to hear the desperate battle that played out on the other side of the glass. / “Karl Bielig,…

Shopping for ketchupI do not want to be here! It wasn’t enough that Sarah had to get cancer at 34. No – now I’m burdened not only with taking care of her…

Trucker’s ConcertoHe enjoyed listening to the traffic. It was like music; each vehicle with it own, individual pitch, harmonizing with others to produce an o…