Category: fiction
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Checkmate:
The Art of a Con. Poor Charlie. He was so enamored with Veronica’s beauty and charm that he had no idea what he was up against. The locals knew her game. They’d seen it before… again and again. But Charlie was new to the area, and completely unaware. Vinnie, the young boat hand, felt obligated…
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Circle of Life
It’s funny how we (humans) are so prone to forgetting. Miracles touch our lives, and often change our entire trajectory, yet years down the road we barely remember them. -The Magical Harmonica, Part III.- (READ THE STORY HERE) I was sure that my talent was a miracle, a gift that had been laid upon me…
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Reconciliation
“When a father gives to his son, both laugh; when a son gives to his father, both cry.” -Yiddish Proverb –Part II of The Magical Harmonica– A mockingbird in our dogwood tree gleefully announced that the storm was over. The sun was shining outside. After falling asleep to the sound of his beautiful music, my…
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The Magical Harmonica
“Have you ever heard my magical harmonica?” I’ll never forget that night. I was no more than eight, and it was raining like the dickens. My dad taught me how to count, from the time I saw the flash of the lightning, to the time I heard the thunder. Then we’d divide that number by…
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The Basement…
Surprise. “Megan Marie Bailey!” Whenever my mom addressed me by my fist, middle and my last name… I knew she meant business. On this particular night, she came marching toward me… holding up the joint that I had just rolled in my bedroom. “What is this?” What a silly question, I thought to myself. She…
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Primrose Place
“I dare you!” Whenever Mikey said those words, trouble would follow. He found mischief the way a compass finds north… sheer magnetism. I used to consider him a leader (and I the follower), but his dares always put me in the front lines – where the danger was – while he hid in the shadows, shielded…
a sprinkle of faith 