Category: writing
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the Troubadour
A Short Story (Part Four). I should have been thrilled when Freddy agreed, but instead I was uneasy. He was way too eager. Freddy hated going out, and he hated Ray even more, so the response I had expected was a smirk or a chuckle, followed by a big “HELL no,” or a smart remark…
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Places In-between
I haven’t talked about myself much lately, or my latest thoughts on life, so I thought I’d share what I’ve been reflecting on and do a little illustration to mirror my mood. (I’ll get back to my story very soon!) I saw this quote several months back and thought it was one of the best…
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Something Fishy
A Short Story (Part Three). I asked the Uber driver to take a detour on the way home. I had hidden the sombrero in a large shrub, behind the public restrooms, and I wanted to retrieve it. I was sure that it held a clue, and I wanted it in my possession. The hat was…
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Under a Sombrero
A Short Story (Part One). I didn’t date for years after William died. I was tempted, but every time I ‘seriously’ considered an invitation, nightmares of the night he was killed began to stir. Time and experience had taught me that the only way to bury those awful memories was to respectfully decline. It was…
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Summer in the City
“Hot town, summer in the city, Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty. Been down, isn’t it a pity, Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city. All around, people looking half-dead, Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head…” -The Lovin’ Spoonful So… I got carried away with effects again! But…
a sprinkle of faith 