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I lean forward and take her two hands in mine. I look into her eyes. “It’s you and only you,” I say. She starts to cry.
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Mama always hears but does not listen. In a small town such as this, it’s all she can do.
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I watch my mother and my daughter, each wondering in her own quiet way about where this story will go next.
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the far-flung Turner boys and their broods descended upon Pemberton like locusts
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The rocks were pillows around her shorn head, the crimson stream running from her ears the only sign she had not chosen to lay down on them. Behind us, the rockface stood stoic; below us, the water lapped our feet.She held my hand in hers, giving me succor as I watched…
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The author was in the midst of one of his flash fiction stories when there was a knock at the door. He stopped and bit his bottom lip, pondering what he should do. No time for intrusions. Every minute, keystroke, brain cell spent, counted.
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No, I’m not at the junior high bus stop. I’m at the dining room table with my parents.
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You're a good dog, she whispered to him, a good brave dog. Her face was tight with soap.
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I drove to work with a chest as tight as a duck's arse.
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I carried him home, all blood and brains, and set him in the ground. Is that love, George?
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Dedicated to my kind teachers of English: Professors Bill Yarrow and Gary Percesepe
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No one's heard from Etta Robinson since her husband Silky died, Silky Robinson, once the best blues singer in the Ozark Mountains. His last years in their one room log cabin, they lived in recluse even before cancer rotted him…
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A wrinkled woman with a maroon velvet hat pulled over silver black hair drawn tight into a low bun gives her waiter a retired schoolteacher smile through clenched teeth. Her lap holds a clear plastic shopping bag with flowers printed on…
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"It's time to move the chair..."
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Dear God,Thank you for all of the amazing people you have given me in my life; except for the one, who I'm sure was just a clerical error or something, and whom You are welcome to take back at Your earliest convenience.Yours truly, with utmost Sincerity.PS I am trying…
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