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Monthly Archives: December 2018
A New Leaf
5am rang on the alarm clock the morning after Christmas Day, but to Elaine it seemed like only a couple hours asleep. Still exhausted from the last two days of cooking, cleaning, praying, she listlessly arose to get her busy … Continue reading
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CHANCE ENCOUNTER
CHANCE ENCOUNTER It was the first day of the new year and Alain was sitting at his favorite table in Starbucks, Soho, NYC. His thoughts turned to the many new years he spent with Veronica. She was simply stunning; … Continue reading
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Shadows
Sarah was pinched in her Greyhound seat for the last few miles of what seemed like an eternity in a mixture bad breath and body odors and endless tones of snoring and both loud and muffed chattering for the past … Continue reading
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The Secret
My name is Walter and today, January 1, 1980, is my 104th birthday. This makes me the oldest living resident of Rye, New Hampshire. Of course, Rye only has a population of 5,400 so in the grand scheme of things … Continue reading
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GONE, BABY, GONE My name is Jedediah Gibson. Most folks call me “Hoot”. I’m the oldest dude in town – just celebrated my 104th birthday, alone. None of my contemporaries, save one or two, are alive. I live in the town of Broadus, population 482. It’s located along highway 212, the “Warrior Trail” and the “Gateway to Southeast Montana”. Been here all my life, birthed in a log cabin by the town’s only midwife, July 4th, 1914. Paw died in France during World War One, so I never met him. Reared by my mom, Abigale. Didn’t get much learnin. Became a tourist guide until my 95th year, when I could no longer handle the terrain. Lately, strange thing. No one in town has the same memories as I do. Shoot, they remember absolutely nuttin that I done did! Struck up a conversation with Spike Mulvaney bout the gold rush in ’22. He said “ain’t been no gold rush; ain’t never been no gold”! Met the widda, Maribel, and asked how her old man was doing. Told me she never married! Asked for my usual at the town diner. Waitress said, “What usual you talking about”? Made a stop at the bank to get me some cash. Teller said I had no account! Hopped over to the stable to get my hoss. Had to get out of town. Blacksmith told me I ain’t got no hoss! Now, panic set in. My inners were churning. What the devil was going on hereabouts? Town folk seemed to know me, but everything I remembered, they didn’t! Hurried over to my friend, Ole Bart Boone. Asked what was going on. He didn’t notice anything different and had no recollection ‘bout my past! Now, just quivering with fear, I went back to my cabin in the woods. It tweren’t thar! On the way back to town, I went into the cemetery, as I did every day, to talk to my wife. She passed some twenty years ago. Her tombstone was gone! In its place was another. On it was my name, “BORN JULY 4,1914; DIED JULY 4, 2000”. I ran as far as my old legs would carry me, back into town. Only there was no town! Nothing! I was alone, left to wander the hills of Broadus, looking for I don’t know what! Where should I go? What could I do? Was there anyone to talk to? These questions were never answered as I slowly dissolved into the mountain mist, taken to a place I had never been. It is a happy place…GONE, BABY, GONE My name is Jedediah Gibson. Most folks call me “Hoot”. I’m the oldest dude in town – just celebrated my 104th birthday, alone. None of my contemporaries, save one or two, are alive. I live in the town of Broadus, population 482. It’s located along highway 212, the “Warrior Trail” and the “Gateway to Southeast Montana”. Been here all my life, birthed in a log cabin by the town’s only midwife, July 4th, 1914. Paw died in France during World War One, so I never met him. Reared by my mom, Abigale. Didn’t get much learnin. Became a tourist guide until my 95th year, when I could no longer handle the terrain. Lately, strange thing. No one in town has the same memories as I do. Shoot, they remember absolutely nuttin that I done did! Struck up a conversation with Spike Mulvaney bout the gold rush in ’22. He said “ain’t been no gold rush; ain’t never been no gold”! Met the widda, Maribel, and asked how her old man was doing. Told me she never married! Asked for my usual at the town diner. Waitress said, “What usual you talking about”? Made a stop at the bank to get me some cash. Teller said I had no account! Hopped over to the stable to get my hoss. Had to get out of town. Blacksmith told me I ain’t got no hoss! Now, panic set in. My inners were churning. What the devil was going on hereabouts? Town folk seemed to know me, but everything I remembered, they didn’t! Hurried over to my friend, Ole Bart Boone. Asked what was going on. He didn’t notice anything different and had no recollection ‘bout my past! Now, just quivering with fear, I went back to my cabin in the woods. It tweren’t thar! On the way back to town, I went into the cemetery, as I did every day, to talk to my wife. She passed some twenty years ago. Her tombstone was gone! In its place was another. On it was my name, “BORN JULY 4,1914; DIED JULY 4, 2000”. I ran as far as my old legs would carry me, back into town. Only there was no town! Nothing! I was alone, left to wander the hills of Broadus, looking for I don’t know what! Where should I go? What could I do? Was there anyone to talk to? These questions were never answered as I slowly dissolved into the mountain mist, taken to a place I had never been. It is a happy place…
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On the Line
Standing at a Disney attraction can turn into a marathon, not a sprint…but it can also be an opportunity. Jane and Tim, a professional working couple, spent untiring hours each day, week, month and year trying to be the perfect … Continue reading
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Only in My dreams…
I always remember my dreams. I can even wake myself out of them, a useful tool when falling into an abyss. In college a psy 101 teacher said if you don’t enter the 4th stage of REM sleep, you will … Continue reading
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Be careful what you wish for (part 2)
Hurrying through the airport to catch her early am overseas flight, Ann was floating on air. She was so excited that Giles proposed, but she hadn’t had time to tell any of her friends. So, she instead told everyone she … Continue reading
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The old trunk mystery
One college break, my mother asked me to go through an old steamer trunk belonging to my grandmother, who passed some years before. It was collecting dust in the garage and she wanted me to go through it and sort … Continue reading
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Willard
Willard knew that these weren’t feelings that he should be having, he knew that these impulses were heightened by the pornographic websites he’d been visiting more often lately. He’d been very careful to keep his computer codes locked away so … Continue reading
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Glimpse into the Future
I really love my life! I rise each morning before the rest of my family, work out for about an hour in the basement gym, and then wake everyone so they can start their day. While I’m showering, my wife … Continue reading
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Picture This
PICTURE THIS Ignacio visited his mother’s house, something he had to do with increased frequency as his mother was rapidly aging. She was asleep, when he arrived, so he wandered up to the attic. He hadn’t gone up there … Continue reading
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Black and White Hero
There I sit in black and white. Cowboy hat and six guns hang at my side. Sitting on my first bike, I am leaning to my left in a jaunty pose, braced by my left leg firmly planted. I am … Continue reading
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