Tag: short fiction
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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…
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The Oscar Party
I was caught off guard (totally unprepared!) when Ned plucked me out of bed one morning and forced me to go on a ‘surprise’ vacation. We flew to the west coast and spent the first few days lounging in the sand… staring at the Ocean. We shucked Oysters while we were there, saw an Octopus,…
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Extra! Extra!
Read all about it! Miss Abernathy had always been near and dear to us before she started that damn Newsletter of hers. She called it… “Nan’s Neighborhood News.” At first, we all thought it was sweet. Nancy would write about things like who won the three-legged race at the fair, what was on sale at…
a sprinkle of faith 